Crap! Mom called this morning from Chicago. Apparently, she read my post about the party and is pretty pissed off.
When I answered the phone, she was very curt. "Hi, Mommy!" I said.
"Kukka, please put your brother on the phone," she responded.
I've been listening to Brach's side of the conversation and it doesn't look good for me. While my defense was going to be that the entire party was fictional, Brach, the consummate suck-up, has confirmed everything as fact. DIRTY SNITCH!
UGH! I just heard Brach say that he will guard the computer so I can't blog until she gets home. Knowing that rule-follower, he will allow no wiggle room and I won't be blogging for the next 24 hours (or longer, if I get sassy and find I can not hold my tongue).
Who made this woman the boss of me? Last I checked celebrities were not treated in this heinous manner!
I need my own place...