If 3 AM is the only time everyone's home for a family dinner, then 3 AM is when we're having our $#@ family dinner.
I think this is my aunt Mary
Funny – I am at work now eating my //call it what you may – breakfast, lunch, middle meal//. Eat when you can, play all the time.
Our family works so many strange hours. The other night we had a family dinner at 1AM and though nothing of it at first. Then we had a good laugh about how strange we are.
No more coffee for mom.
By her use of the descriptive, it seems Mom is a little more determined on this issue than on others. Ordinarily so polite and quiet-spoken.
It may be coming a time when family meals will be a thing of the past.
And she probably beats her kid for using “bad words”. I can’t ever remember either of my parents cursing beyond “hell” or “damn” and oh, did they go off on me for it!
Whoop. Mum’s snapped.
July 17, 2015