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Mar. 9th, 2009 06:53 pmTonight I had an amusing realization. There I was barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. (probably looking a little dumpy like the Italian wife in Splendor in the Grass) I was standing over the stove cooking up sausages and peppers while Senor Onion played on the floor near my feet with his toys.
I was a paragon of Italian Motherhood.
What maternal stereotype can I create tomorrow night? How about I cook up some porkbelly, and complain to my kid, "you know so and so's kid is a doctor, why aren't you? You are so fat, when are you going to lose weight?" all while making them eat huge quantities of dumplings. Then I will tell them they better support me in my old age because I supported them when they were young. I can shuffle around in slippers.
Today we had completely schizophrenic weather. Grey skies, snow, rain, sun. Then suddenly while it was sunny it began to snow and the snow blew sideways and then there was hail at the same time and then it rained frogs and hoors and then it was sunny again. I decided it was best to hide until it was over.
I was a paragon of Italian Motherhood.
What maternal stereotype can I create tomorrow night? How about I cook up some porkbelly, and complain to my kid, "you know so and so's kid is a doctor, why aren't you? You are so fat, when are you going to lose weight?" all while making them eat huge quantities of dumplings. Then I will tell them they better support me in my old age because I supported them when they were young. I can shuffle around in slippers.
Today we had completely schizophrenic weather. Grey skies, snow, rain, sun. Then suddenly while it was sunny it began to snow and the snow blew sideways and then there was hail at the same time and then it rained frogs and hoors and then it was sunny again. I decided it was best to hide until it was over.
