Let me bore you:
There must be karma which I did not believe in until today. I know I was horrible teenager to my mother, Laura Lester. Even when I was being mouthy I knew it was kinda fun. I'd roll my eyes. I'd dramatically slam my bedroom door and cry because I was misunderstood.
Well, I guess I was worse than what I remember. There were moments when Jessica-Laura and I were content and just talking and walking and we laughed and enjoyed the Japanese Garden despite the smelly evidence that a probable legion of cats used certain choice spots for their toilet. Sometime she and I would gag aloud at the same time as we winded through the garden. Both of us just wondered aloud, "Where are the cats during the day?"
So, thank goodness for the universality of bathroom humor per cats.
But, other parts of the day were like agony for the both of us. We'd get in snits about nothing. We both exclaimed, "I cannot wait until I (you) don't live together anymore."
But, there is hope. Even in the worst of times. For me, I need a good laugh during the day or I feel out of sorts. I enjoy all types of humor. I especially love having a dear family member or friend breath life into my little serious dramas or comments. Sometimes I even bore myself with my "introspection".
Jessica-Laura went away from me while I sat on a bench and listened to the rushing water and happy birds. She came back and said, "Over there is a rock garden and it is nice." So, we went back over to the Rock Garden together. An older man was there with a young girl and JL and I were trying to find out if he was her father or her date. So, that was bit fun, too. When we moved over to the west side of the garden I sighed and said, "Isn't wonderful that rocks can make you feel good?" Jessica-Laura exhales and replies, "Oh, please. I hate sentimental crap."
I just died laughing and I think to myself, "Yep. I may have made some mistakes as your mother, but at least you can deliver one liners and that means your going to be fun and not boring."