My Mum
My mum's ace. I get on better with my mum than with any other person I've ever met. We share the exact same sense of humour and same propensity for guzzling booze like it's going out of fashion whenever we're together. She's always been there for me, always stuck up for me whenever times got bad and always tried to help me as much as she can, and she's really good at it. Trust me, she's brilliant, and if any of you met her, you'd think the same.

However, she does have one flaw - she is utterly incapable of remebering mine, or my sister's, names when talking about us. I am known as "*click click*....uhmmmmm... you know - eldest one... *hand gesture to 5 foot 1*". My 18 year old sister is "*click click*....uhmmmm... you know - middle one... *hand gesture to 5 foot 7*". My 5 year old sister has the unfortunate soubriquet of "Tatty head".

I don't mind, but I'm worried that the little 'un will get a complex, and she's already strange enough.

Oh, and she can't cook for shit. I didn't even realise until I was about 18 and she tried making something from scratch for the first time, but everything I ate as a child came out of a packet with veg on the side (mainly veggie household so she didn't even cook meat unless it came breadcrumbed in a box). Still, she's a right laugh and my best friend so that's all that matters. (I can't cook either)
(BelladonnaAnodyne Melissa's gonna wet herself, I swear..., Wed 17 Feb 2010, 13:55, Reply)