Aw, hell no.

[xp_wildchild]

Somebody tell me where my mom is? She went storming off -again-. (Because I have no freakin' idea where the local kingdom hall is and she wants to go before they leave tommorow. And no, please don't tell me where it is. If I don't know, she can't make me go with her.)

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[x-penance.livejournal.com]

Kyle, I am seeing her talking to Mr. Sefton? Outside?

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

...

Wow, that's like, the worst possible parent/teacher meeting ever. She has a whole list of things to be cranky about. He's blue, he's Catholic, he's got an accent, hie looks just enough like my mutation to make her ask stupid questions about being a mutant being contagious.

[x-penance.livejournal.com]

I am thinking your mother and my mother should not be meeting, even if my mother was knowing the English. Mr. Jono is being difficult for her to meet. :( But I am thinking it is because she is being angry about the kidnapping.

Are you wanting the distraction? I am thinking I am not being the best to be helping here.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Found shoes. Going to rescue Mr. Sefton. Back in like, ten minutes or however long it takes to remove my mom from people she can harass.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

. . . Your mum is visiting as well?

Right then. I'm off to town.

[x-penance.livejournal.com]

Mr. Sefton is bringing her, as the surprise. I am sorry not to be warning you? She is... not being in the good mood, I am afraid, so it is being the good thing for you to not be meeting her, I think.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

No worries, it was not to be foreseen. Actually I count this as a sign. One best-avoided parental unit is happenstance. Two qualify as a universal hint that it is in my personal best interest to get out more, and thus one that shall be heeded.


And Kyle, your mum and my mum must never meet.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

My mom should never meet anyone. Dude, I don't even have words I can say in public for how annoyed I am with her right now. Maybe if we put your mom and my mom in the same room they'd blow each other up. Like that antimatter matter thing from Star... Trek? Wars? Which one was that?

And now my dad wants to talk to me. Or at me. Or something.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Dude, I have a slingshot and I could so take her out from here with a paintball...

(Yes, she cornered me in the hall this morning and was even less tactful than I am. "So nice that the school caters to disabled children" my ass...)

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

That's my mom for you. Back in like, ten. If you hear shrieking, rescue me.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Is that who that was? "So glad to see some of you at least look normal?" I would have popped her one but my grandparents were with me.