Facebook is an odd place for a trailer park battle. Ok. Maybe not…
Friday night. i picked Mom up tonight, and brought her home with me to spend the weekend. Respite care for all… and a chance for Mom to get away from the excavations for a couple days. Facebook status update from my niece, DQ, with the following picture:
“DQ, III shooting Daddy in the foot with a nail gun…hahahaha”
Invariably, my sister, T, from Florida weighs in with a post on my wall:
T: “A child with a nail gun? Does anyone in this family ever Think? Very sorry for trying to be obvious. You can all continue to hate me.”
Rather than reply with “Hey, at least she’s wearing goggles”, i attempted to make peace… knowing that DQ and the rest of the extended family (cousins included) had just seen not only the picture of the baby with the nailgun, but also T’s message on my wall…
daisyfae: “i’m pretty sure it wasn’t loaded…. no one hates you, T… different worlds…”
But my niece, DQ, was quicker, adding:
DQ: “It’s a toy from Toys R Us”
Huh. This actually surprised me. i thought it was a REAL nailgun. And i wasn’t even phased…
DQ then added “and we love you bunches:)” in an apparent attempt at peace…
Five minutes ago, DQ called me — she had received a text message from T.
“It breaks my heart, but based on my last visit home, you will all never see me again. Please pass along.”
Well. That’s special, isn’t it?
The the entire incident – and the “near real time blogging” – occurred with Mom completely oblivious to it. at least so far… she’s been sitting in the chair, eating fresh-baked cookies. right next to me, as it all went down. i feel like a master spy or something. or maybe like a complete douchenozzle. hard to say…. i’m pretty sure my sister, T, was just drunk. i sent her an e-mail update earlier this week. there had been no response, so i e-mailed her partner… and was informed that T was pretty disgusted with the whole mess…. wouldn’t surprise me if she does cut herself off… stay tuned…. For another episode “As The Trailer Park Boils”….