No, no, you've got it all wrong. Little old ladies *love* being a martyr, that's why she didn't say anything. And since she got a lift both ways, and was clearly rather pleased with her cleverness in wangling it, she had all the satisfaction of being a martyr without actually having to suffer. You made her day!
she had all the satisfaction of being a martyr without actually having to suffer.
Ah - that explains a lot! Of course since her blood pressure was so raised she has to go again in a couple of weeks. She made the appointment to coincide with the bus this time. Teehee!
Brilliant! Everybody wins! The raised blood pressure is an excellent side effect. My own m-i-l periodically suffers from non-raised blood pressure and has to invent various ailments to restore her to her proper "interesting" status until it passes.
And why the heck didn't the silly old bissom REMIND me?????
For that matter, why didn't she pick up the phone at the doctor's and make a snippy call to you asking if you at least intended to pick her up? I presume she doesn't have a cell phone.
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Oh, dear.
Poor Di. Believe me that is exactly the kind of thing J's mother would do too! Not remind us.
You are not a dreadful d-i-l at all.
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And yes, I understand the throttling bit too - very well indeed!
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The scariest part is that might be *us* someday.
If we all aren't driven bonkers first by the generation before us.
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Ah - that explains a lot! Of course since her blood pressure was so raised she has to go again in a couple of weeks. She made the appointment to coincide with the bus this time. Teehee!
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And why the heck didn't the silly old bissom REMIND me?????
For that matter, why didn't she pick up the phone at the doctor's and make a snippy call to you asking if you at least intended to pick her up? I presume she doesn't have a cell phone.
You poor thing, you. *hugs*
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I presume she doesn't have a cell phone
Perish the thought!
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