Mama-drama

Since _TIME_'s latest article on _Lost_,
I've been intriqued
with the interplay of net & tele.
But not enough to research it.
Yet.

And you?

But I am working my way through Season I.

Riiiing riiiing.

OK--NO! THIS IS NOT A POST ON LOST;
THIS IS A RANT ON MY MIL:

Did you know I can't answer my phone during the day?
Rather, I don't.
She calls and leaves 5-7 messages a day on the answering machine
when she knows I am here working.

I don't answer the phone b/c I know it's her.
And I know that by the time I am off the phone w/her,
I will be either cranky, mean, upset, worried, or all
of the above.

It's Saturday morning now; I don't want to grade papers
due in 3 hours.
I'm blogging.
The phone rings.
And like an absent-minded freak,
I pick up the phone.

Mama-drama, baby.

I want to shout into the phone:
and THAT'S why I never pick up!!!

Every October-November.
Talk about seasonal disorder.