tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post2200156190203729220..comments2023-03-21T08:18:23.696-04:00Comments on The Writer's Kaffeeklatsch: Oh Vodka Mom... Can I Join You in a Martini?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-14084492500721886672009-05-04T17:48:00.000-04:002009-05-04T17:48:00.000-04:00I was surly for three weeks when I was fourteen. A...I was surly for three weeks when I was fourteen. At the end of the third week my parents, who by then were sick of me, told me I had one more week to change my attitude or they'd change it for me. What? Throwing down a gauntlet to a moody teenager? Sooooo...at the end of the fourth week when my attitude hadn't changed, they sure enough kept to their word. Mother held me down and Daddy whipped me Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096042740433586662.post-10495599940194042102009-05-04T17:07:00.000-04:002009-05-04T17:07:00.000-04:00Oh my. Is this a new phase? Remember I don't get t...Oh my. Is this a new phase? Remember I don't get to experience these moments of parental joy.<br /><br />Hugs,<br />BBeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08169738955846222411noreply@blogger.com