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Every time I watch Everybody Loves Raymond I become more and more suspicious that the writer's weren't prophetic and/or spying on me.
On the one hand, I'm Ray. I'm a writer (duh), tall, goofy looking (sorry Ray!), and mean well. My mom's nuts (occasionally) and my dad is, well, nothing like Frank. Well, maybe in the constantly watching tv part, but whatever. I'm clearly my parents' favorite and have a tendancy to use it to my advantage (see also: smile at dad and get a twenty. Tell him I love him and it goes up by ten-fifteen, even twenty-five). When I merely suggest I'm going to their house, it's like the President is arriving momentarily. Here's where I could make a corny joke about the red carpet being rolled out for me, only the indoor/outdoor stuff that's in the garage that leads up to the back door is red and it came with the house so... um... irony? My sisters, unlike Robert, will never tell me they're jealous of the treatment I've received from our parents, but I know it gets to them. I think Mom gets a little thrill out of telling me their reactions to certain things I get away with that they didn't. Like when I got my lemon most recent car; as far as TL knows I was making payments to Mom and Dad on it.
On the other hand, I'm Debra. Her parents aside, I'm not the best cook, I try to be a good wife (as it were), and have a sometimes overbearing mother-in-law (basically). Mom C and my mom are Marie Barone, so really, I can't win. While Mom C doesn't always embody Marie (and, let's face it, neither does Mom), sometimes I just cock my head like a confused dog and grin to myself when Mom C has a "Marie moment".
Speaking of whom, I'll be seeing Mom C tomorrow and my own mother on Friday. This weekend will prove to be a whirlwind and I'll be oh-so glad to just sit and do nothing come Monday. Friday is my nephew K's graduation (wish my sisters didn't have so many darn kids so I could keep all their monikers straight... or I just need better memory). I'll get in the quality time, then buzz back here to get in enough fake sleep so that we can make it to Midget 1's graduation Saturday morning. I'm sure MB will want to mow something either late Saturday or Sunday, so we'll be making a trip up to the farm at some point. Gah, just clone me please!
At least Mom C doesn't live across the street, or downstairs anymore.
Bracing myself,
Ter
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