I took the chains off the dog house Friday afternoon and we've been living the dream again ever since.
I want to thank all you wise women for siding with me and not the enemy!
I have decided to share with you the the topic of our malcontent.
Gossip.
He claims that I was "gossiping" with my sister and it is my claim that I was simply "sharing information."
Blame it all on Neil Diamond, it's his fault.
My mother was given the opportunity to attend Neil's show here in Portland and I thought the idea of my seventy year old mother attending a concert verged on absurdity, but she was absolutely giddy over the idea.
I shared my thoughts openly with my mother and even warned her against attending for fear that it may be to much for a woman her age. I told her that there would likely be hipsters there carrying on in ways she felt inappropriate and the noise alone could possibly cause permanent emotional scaring. I told her it would keep her up till hours of the night that she normally sees fit only for using the toilet with a nightlight to guide her way.
She repeatedly reassured me she was up for it.
Here's where the trouble starts....
The morning following the concert I was on iChat with my sister relaying the events of the evening.
To the best of my knowledge, Mike was asleep and I was talking in a hushed tone behind a closed door.
I was wrong.
Mike had awoke and was on his way to let the dogs out and heard me talking.
He came in the room and sat down to participate (uninvited) in our conversation and immediately accused me of GOSSIPING!
Whatever!
He had scolded me for sharing maternal information with a blood relative.
I think that is definitely grounds for dispute.
It is my belief that I can say anything I want about my mother to my sister without it being gossip because it directly affects said sister if for no other reason than she was given life by that person and any acts of insanity by a parent can possibly be passed on to the child and we need to be aware of any signs with as much advance warning as possible.
Example:
If aforementioned sister suddenly becomes a Fanilow and takes up traveling the countryside to attend shows throwing undergarments at the stage, at least we will have some idea which side of the family the insanity stems from.
I was NOT gossiping.
Trust me, he's clear on that now.
On a side note...
My mother had a fine time and suffered no ill affects from the event.
As far as I know, my sister has no unhealthy fondness towards Barry Manilow.
