tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post113237311428125279..comments2023-10-16T08:56:00.834-04:00Comments on Franny's Fables: Four Wailings and a FuneralFrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567714275118746930noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1132669427918290762005-11-22T09:23:00.000-05:002005-11-22T09:23:00.000-05:00After reading Francesca's hilarious tale, then Cat...After reading Francesca's hilarious tale, then Cat's own take on it too, I wonder if I'm the only reader who'd love to see more of the "he said" / "she said" style posts.<BR/><BR/>Seriously, you made me laugh my butt off then cower under the bed at the same time (those damn scary clowns)Mark Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09269115423777245860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15267747.post-1132408695798449402005-11-19T08:58:00.000-05:002005-11-19T08:58:00.000-05:00It's interesting how my mother has a game face for...It's interesting how my mother has a game face for me, and one for Francesca. I had to work that night in Toronto (my boss couldn't give me the night off. Apparently there wasn't anybody to replace me). I went from the funeral home back to the hotel to get changed. When I arrived, all three kids were crying and screaming. Upon seeing me, the all gave me the you-traitorous-bastard-how-dare-you-leave-us-with-this-incompetent-peasant-but-who-really-cares-we're-so-happy-that-you-finally-got-your-ass-back-here-so-please-dispatch-of-this-woman look. I asked my mom what the hell happened, and, even though she was trembling, all she said was, "Oh, they're just a little tired. They love their nonna. Isn't that right, dears?" (She had to yell out the last sentence over their shrieks). I tried to calm them down, but my mom insisted that there was no need, and that I had to leave immediately for work, and not to forget to wear a scarf and long johns because it'll be cold at work (I work indoors on the 8th floor, not lumberjacking) and not to once again forget my necklace of garlic just incase of a Windigo attack. So when I left, all three of my kids gave me the please-don't-go look. However, as I closed the door of the hotel room, I am convinced one of my kids said, "Let's finish her off" followed by the frantic touch tone beeps of someone who knows that their life span may be drastically reduced. So I guess that it all went well for her. Yup.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com