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Mom's Messed Up (birthday) part 4

Ok, that was the story of Tom and Joy fighting and there is so much more to go. While we were eating it was very evident that my brother's meds were being changed. Paul was in great spirits if not just a tad manic in a very uppidy, happy way. Oh course this gave my dad license to bulge out his eyes at everthing movement Paul made which of course ment that at any moment either hilarity or a fist fight may ensue. My mom had the utmost look of concern and pathetic pleaing that expressed that she knew whatever she requested would not happy whilst she said in a scowling voice, "Don't you start Doug!" This just always ads fuel to the fire for my dad of course because just like every man, even the gay man, deep down we are like a toddler/child and just want attention. First, my brother combined gingerale, this gross chocolate black cherry pop my mom had bought (and she was pouty about because no one else liked it), and the last of the hot cider from Caribou Joy had bought for him earlier. My dad took this as his cue to start his usual staring while my brother poured out some salad dressing and said what I have heard my whole life, "Watch out. That opening on the lid is huge and you are going to use too much salad dressing and that is exactly what they want you to do!" My dad was on the alert, and then the critical moment happened. My brother was eating too much in my dad's eyes (and honestly to my mom and I did too, but what do you do...the guy was happy manic and who wants to have it turn into angry manic?) and horros of horrors my brother went into the kitchen to get more pizza. My dad started taping his fingers on the table,one piece on the plate, then culred them up clenching his fists, two pieces on the plate, and then his eyes to roll into the back of his head, four pieces on the plate, and while the fourth piece was being places on the plate he bellowing, "That's a lot of pizza, Paul!" In which my brother replied, "I know," and walked back toward the table. I could care less what would happen next, but it was my mothers birthday and so for her sake I slipped into my old family role and said, "Paul could I have a piece?" And he said, "Sure! I didn't just get it for myself you know." WHEW! My mom quickly picked up on what to do and asked for a piece herself. Yet another fire put out.

posted by makeisweet @ 10:11 AM