Showing posts with label When the Mother Phones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label When the Mother Phones. Show all posts

Monday, June 8, 2020

HAPPY MOMENTS ....

What a simply glorious day it is here today...another one of those perfect days. Now I promise to get back to other posts this week as last week was a much needed time to get info and feelings out there. But I still may vent here or there. You'll be happy to know though, that I did jab the piggly wiggly in the White House on his Instagram quite a few times as well as Ivanka. I still haven't been arrested or kicked off Instagram yet,  but did get a second warning. Here is Bucks County we moved to the phase 1, which really is not much difference, and as expected New Hope had issues with too many outside tourist coming in,  and outdoor cafes can only accommodate so many people. And a Sunday protest, yes...even in this fair hamlet they had a protest, which is very cool to hear. So I think we should have another Happy Moments post don't..... oh excuse me, the phone is ringing.... it may be Ms Moorecock. I left her  somewhere....we went for more hand sanitizer and haven't seen her in three weeks ...

Hello, this is the Mistress.
Oh, hello Mother.
What?.... yes...yes, I know I forgot our daily call yesterday.
No. I was here Mother. Time gets away.
Mother, I wasn't seeing anyone. 
Yes that's right. I am still self quarantining.
Lady G?
 Now mother,  I told you I ended that two years ago.
Yes, I saw the item about him, but I assure you I was not one of the rent boys.

Boy she is full of questions today, hold on dears.

Mo...mother... I told you it ended. He was getting to odd. I told you he liked me to dress up like Florence Henderson, while he played Greg Brady. And there was that weird thing he liked doing while we were on a riding mower.

Yes I agree. 
No,  there have been any royalties from my book. 
That's right,  the tell all about my clandestines with men in politics of DC, which then followed us into the kitchen for a themed cooked meal afterwards, while in costumes went no where. No. I don't think America was ready for it mother, they just weren't ready.
 My famous authorist days haven't come yet.

Yes, I did finish working on my quarantine pamphlet. 
Yes... still about how to self love yourself and still eat healthy while quarantined.
Yes, sex is involved , but sex sells. I also have a whole section on how to keep yourself beautified during the pandemic with various household items, and the many uses of empty toilet paper rolls.
Well this is a huge joint to keep running, the coin has to roll in from somewhere.
Your friend bought a copy of it at the Blue Mountain rest stop on the turnpike?
Yes they did sell them there. 

Ok. You what? 
You need $50?
But why? I just sent you $50 last week.
You did what?
You got caught looting in downtown Harrisburg?!?!?
I've told you if your going to loot mother you can't get caught. I told you to run faster dear.

Can you all believe this? Mother loves a good discount. Usually like a five finger discount. Be right there...

What? 
I was talking to the people out there. 
I can't really talk right now. I'm in the middle of a blog when you called. 
The BLOG. 
No, it's not a television show, it's a online platform. 
No mother,  not a sex chat room.

I would swear she is having me watched.

What?
 No the blog is not like the View.
 It's more like me as Brett Somers on the Match Game. 
Well, yes , sometimes I am drinking.

But mother about this looting. No more of it. 
You were thinking of me? How?
You knocked off a liquor and wig shop!!!!!!!
Yes, I agree that's thoughtful, but I don't need anymore wigs and you know Hendricks brings the gin right to my door.

Oh I see. 
You met some nice guys while looting.
OH, Max, Leroy, Ice Pick and a guy named Marsha Dimes.
What?
Your now a member of the Black Panthers?!?!!
Mother, I'm pretty sure they ceased to exist back in the 70's.
They're what? 
Making a come back?  oh I see.
Your getting in on the ground level?
Well, you always were ahead of your time.

But I really must go now Mother
Yes, I put $50 in pay pal.
PAY PAL...not pen pal.
Oh, you have a few of those too. Well that's nice. Why don't you go write them a few letters now.

Ok $50 and no more looting
Talk to you tomorrow dear.
Ok Luv you too.

That woman is going to be the death of me yet. I'll be back later to finish this post my dears, so sorry for the inconvenience…..