Moms Know Best (“I found the secret to life: I’m okay when everything is not okay.” Reprise)

“You need to stop pining over this guy,” my mom said.  I had called her to explain how Jayme makes the dressing for steak salad.  (Ginger, balsamic vinegar, honey, Dijon mustard, and water, cooked on the stove top with onions.)

“If you’re referring to my new blog post, this is a totally different guy than last summer,” I informed her.  “And I’m not pining.”

“Well, you need to forget about him,” she went on,  “The sweetest revenge is shaking ‘em off quickly.  Forget about him.  He isn’t worth a fart.”

I laughed.  “But mom, forgetting about these guys isn’t good for my creativity.”

She sighed.  “You need to be with someone who treats you right.”

“But these guys do treat me right at first!  Then they turn out to be complete shitheads,” I said  “Really though, I’m fine.”

“It’s just that when you write about it, you seem… disturbed,” she claimed.

“Disturbed over the situation or disturbed in general?” I asked.

“Over the situation.”

“But I am disturbed over the situation!” I told her.  “It disturbs me that people can be so completely shitty.”

“Well, they can.  So deal with it,” she replied.  “I’m the mom, and moms know best.  If you see him, ignore him, or be really nice.  If you feel like he is really slime, then ignore him.  I’m telling you.  Moms know best.”

“I hear ya,” I agreed.

2 Responses to “Moms Know Best (“I found the secret to life: I’m okay when everything is not okay.” Reprise)”

  1. Tova Says:

    I love your mother.

  2. Says:

    Postes this to my blog also. Greetings from the Speedy DNS

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