After all magnanimous talk about working things out and being understanding, the UMF and NACF were not under same roof more than 24 hours before patience and understanding dissolved. Is true what they say about old dogs and new tricks. Am receiving detailed reports through Smart-Assed Sibling, as have not heard from UMF since was brazen enough to send Declaration of Emotional Independence last week. Is for best, am sure.
(Though does feel strange to get silent treatment from woman who feels need to verbalize everything from opinions on world crises to current status of intestinal discomfort. Is the Queen Mother of Too Much Information, that one.)
NACF: That woman...something inaudible... always telling me what to do... more grumbling.
SAS: Uh, I'll be waiting in the car.
After several-month long literal absence, and even longer sporadic departures due to work travel, the UMF is now reinstating, with Nazi-like grace, family rules that have long been replaced by war-time martial law. SAS, in true smart-ass fashion, has been balking under orders to be home for dinner and not all at amused with UMF's attempts to restore order.
UMF: A, will you say the blessing?
SAS: What? We pray now at dinner?
Can only imagine kind of reaction received for that little outburst.
H: So, what gourmet meal did the UMF drag you home for?
SAS: Macaroni and cheese.
H: (laughing so hard stomach hurt). Good to know some things never really change.