We were having dinner. I was being my usual sensitive, introverted self, and then it started.
"Of course," I said slightly puzzled.
"Yikes," I thought.
(That's a weeble. They wobble but they always get up again.)
"Have you ever seen me fall over when I walk?" I said indignantly.
There was an eye roll on his part.
Note to self...pack his naked baby pictures for those boring nights in the employee pub.
Then Grizzly said, "She'll be the social worker of Yellowstone."
They hate it when I talk to total strangers. It does seem that
My sons aren't chatty. You can imagine how many times I've embarrassed them.
It hasn't stopped me yet.
Grizzly's girlfriend stayed out of this conversation.
Then wise Abe, changing the subject, told me that some
employees volunteer to show tourists around Old Faithful.
That sounds cool.
"Harumph," said Grizzly. "Mom will probably just stay in her room and veg like she does at home."
Remember...I'm sitting at the same table with them. Hello!
Abe says to Grizzly, "Hush! I'm trying to find something to keep her busy so she doesn't embarrass us." Or something to that effect.
The girlfriend is still smiling and still quiet. She sat near the door for a reason.
"And I suppose this will all be in your blog tonight," the sons say.
And so...thank you sons. I wasn't sure what I was going to write about until dinner.
Here's a preview of my wardrobe for Yellowstone.
The agony has just begun.