The Lawler Family

Yes, I am still here :)) Writing has become a SMIDGE redundant lately, seein’ as my two sidekicks sometimes post two or three times a day. So, I sits and I waits for little morsels of comedy or tragedy to save for my posts; just so I can say to the sisters…face, runts, face! (Lawler’s ain’t nuthin’ if not competitive :)) Here are some of the moments I’ve stuck in my treasure box:

 I was sitting and watching tv with mom when the news casters started talking about the horrors of aging, blah, blah, blah.  I asked her, without really thinking, if she was afraid of getting old.  “No,” she said. ”Because it means I’ve survived.” And I worry about stretchmarks.

Mom tends to be a little cantankerous after she’s walked to the breakfast table.  After griping out my Dad for asking her if she liked being in Denver, I asked her half-jokingly, ”Are you fixin’ to be hateful today?”  She sat back, squared her shoulders, and said in a VEry loud, sassy-Mary voice, “Is that an invitation?”  We all started cracking up.  I turned to Jill and said, “I think I’ve just been called out! It’s go-time mama!”  She sat there, fists a-ready, eyes a-twinklin’.  Sassy Mary strikes again.

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