Trish
I honestly love my mother Trish. Sometimes she is quite crazy, then today she just shocked me... I asked for her advice talking to someone about homosexuality in the coming decades, then she started bitching:"Damn! If I hear another thing about the coming decades I'm going to shoot somebody!"
At first I screamed "SHUT UP!" but the next day I just shut up and started grinding my teeth. After all, she *is* my mother and she wants what is best for me...
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My mother's name was not Trish, and she would never say she was going to shoot someone. She disliked guns. Even before my father died from a shotgun she would not permit a gun in the house. As children we never received a toy gun from her. She never complained about us playing at friends places with toy guns, just that we could not bring such into the house. She made no objections when someone taught me how to use an air-rifle.
