Moonlight and Lesbians, part deux

For those of you who are daily readers of Olives and Underpants, I thank you. For any newcomers, I welcome you. Today I will be making some slight… corrections to yesterday’s blog Moonlight and Lesbians. "Why?", you ask. Because, well because at age 40… uhhmmm… my Mommy told me to. Suggested that I should, really. According to my mother, my memory has faltered on two points.

1. That she took my Aunt’s hand to skate onto the floor. And…
2. That she knocked the mean lady on her ass.

Apparently she skated onto the floor alone while my aunt ducked away pretending not to know her. I realize that only a handful of my readers are acquainted with my aunt but this scenario is quite believable because my aunt does truly hate confrontation and my mom can be more than a bit embarrassing when she is on a mission (Sorry, mom but rage makes you crazy.) I was also asked to clarify the fact that my Mother, my dear sweet adorable Mother, did not a.) Kick the lady’s ass b.) Knock the lady down or c.) Purposely cause the lady any physical harm. Her version of the story is that she simply skated on to the floor and coolly and calmly tapped the women on the shoulder and she must have fallen from shock.

Those are the corrections that I was asked to make and I have. (I am nothing if not accommodating.) I am sure that now that the story has been revised that none of you will think my mother is (as she put it) some sort of hooligan!

So, in summary: My memory may be occasionally foggy, my aunt does not like confrontation, my mother is NOT, and I repeat NOT a hooligan but can be so incredibly terrifying that sometimes you just fall down.

There, Mom! Now you don’t have to skate over to my house and kick MY ass!

I love you, thank you for being such a good sport!! – D.