Life With Marlene

Life's a Bitch

I called my mother early this morning to borrow some bricks for the flower beds. She had a story to tell:

Last night, around 10 o'clock, she suddenly had a burning desire to see the fast ferry which pulled into Rochester this past Tuesday. So she got my sister and her boyfriend (Katie's boyfriend), Brandon, to help her to the car. Supposedly, my mother is having sinus trouble and couldn't quite walk right. I guess the lure of the fast ferry was so powerful that her sinuses couldn't keep her away.

My mother said she was impressed by the boat, but nervous about the amount of people hanging out drinking at the beach.

She then said that one young man was "putting away" a beer and looking up at the grandeur of the fast ferry.

"It's bigger than a bitch!", he told my mother.

My mother, Katie and Brandon left soon afterwards.

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean- 'bigger than a bitch'," my mother told me on the phone. "I mean, how big is a bitch?"