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Tagged: complaint dept., cry for help, dating hijinks, mom.
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Growing up, my mother was single raising 3 kids and working in the film and TV business. She rarely ever dated, as you can imagine. Most nights I remember her locking herself in her room with a book and a glass of wine while my sisters and I roamed the neighborhood like wild banshees or watched episodes of the Brady Brunch (which was strictly forbidden in our house because as mom put it, "it portrays an unrealistic view of family life"). For mom Saturday nights were no different than any other night of the week except maybe she afforded herself an extra glass of wine.
One Saturday night at about 11:30 pm mom was doing her usual thing (while my sisters and I were probably setting fire to something in the cellar) when the phone rang. It puzzled her who would be calling so late. She answered with slight trepidation since calls that late usually meant bad news,
"Hello?"
"Hi Barb, how are you?"
"Who is this?"
"It's Erik."
"Erik, who?"
"Erik Estrada!"
"Oh hi Erik, is there something I can do for you?"
"Well, I was just wondering, you know being Saturday night and all, if you'd like to go out with me, maybe grab some drinks."
"Wha..?"
"I kinda got the feeling when we worked together that you might be interested in, well, spending some time together."
"Erik.."
"Yes?"
"It's almost midnight which can only lead me to one conclusion: You have been going through your phonebook for the past few hours trying to find a date and since my last name begins with W that means you've been rejected from A to V. Now you can include W. Thank you, take care and why don't you just go to sleep."
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You’re momma was pretty punk rock.
Just think, you coulda had a half-brother with some LATIN blood inside of him!
ha! your mom is kickass! there’s something about single, working mothers that make them so much more rockstar-like than the rest. i’d like to think my mom would’ve put erik estrada in his place as well.
Yeah single working mothers RULE! Yes, we do.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Your mom is kick ass. I love that she wouldn’t let you watch The Brady Bunch. My mom pulled the plug on cable half-way through me and my sister’s childhood because SHE stayed up too late watching cheesy B-grade movies. I still miss Nick at Night.
Damn straight. Wouldn’t want to get caught in a dark alley with her. She might mug you.