Revisiting an Old Argument
I haven't written in over a month because, between work and caring for Charlie, I haven't the energy. Charlie has been trying because he has colic. He screams constantly. This is important to remember; my patience has been on edge for quite some time. This led to last night's argument.
My family came over after my brother, Pat's, eighth grade graduation. My father bought enough Chinese food from Yummy House to feed a small state. Although Charlie was good during most of the day, he became fussy around bed time. Mark and I took turns eating and caring for the baby.
It was almost nine o'clock when I sat down to dinner. My family had pretty much eaten and were sitting around talking. I'm not even sure how the topic came up, but someone, Peter, I think, mentioned hookers.
Peter: I saw a woman walking down the street yesterday without a purse.
Me: (rolling eyes) God, Pete, you assume the worse. (to Marlene) Mom, I don't even believe your theory about hookers not having purses. I think you are making it up.
Mom: (horrified) It's true! Hookers don't carry purses. I saw a crime report on the news and some guy was on Lyell Avenue. And they asked the guy how you can spot a hooker and he said they don't carry purses! Peter saw it with me.
(Peter nods in agreement.)
Me: (angry) Well, that's just swell! You know, I have somewhat useful hobbies; I knit, I cross stitch and I write. Peter inherited your hooker-spotting techniques.
Mom: You're just jealous.
