Daily Memory Nugget

One of the things that makes me crazy on a daily basis is my mother's continual desire to be seen as "Poor her."
Her entire goal in life, it seems, is to have people feel sorry for her.

And ya never know what she is going to pick to try to make her life seem pathetic.

Many years ago she convinced several Internet friends that my father would never let her buy any deodorant or underwear (or other personal items for herself.)
Now, in truth, all she had to do was go to the store and buy them.
But that would have required her to do something for herself.
So...in reality...all she had to do was ASK my dad to pick these things up for her when he was at the store.
Did she?
Of course not.
....because it is more pathetic to be able to say she doesn't have any deodorant or underwear -- because her husband won't buy them for her.

She had these Internet friends so convinced that my father would NOT LET her have deodorant or new underwear, that several people actually sent her boxes in the mail -- filled with deodorant and underwear.
And, to her, this was validating.

I call it humiliating.
But she was thrilled, I am sure.