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( watchmen kinkmeme collection until I sort it all out )

feels like years since it's been here

It’s like those scenes of a little dog at the window, goofily wriggling and hopping and panting with delight at seeing its owner come home. Only instead of the dog, it’s me, and instead of the owner, it’s a faint line of color along the horizon where the sun will rise in two weeks. It hasn’t been this light since November! Yip, I say. Yip!

And it’s early to start celebrating, but here:

Does anyone else have conversations like this?

Mom: (completely out of nowhere) Will you be good to me when I’m in a nursing home?
Me: Uh… I guess…?
(there’s a pause where we both laugh)
Me: I always assumed you wouldn’t go to one.
Mom: What, you’d kill me before then?
Me: Wha?
Mom: I don’t think you or your sisters have it in you to smother me with a pillow.
Me: (giggling) Ohhh, I don’t know… We might summon up the strength, along with some bad memories from childhood…
Mom: (also laughing) Nope. You don’t have the guts.
(we’re both hysterical for a minute)
Me: Have you had this conversation with Dad? Questioned his stomach for killing?
Mom: (still laughing, shakes head.)
Me: Maybe if you were a skunk!* (and then we both howled with laughter.)

*My poor father has been under siege from the local skunk clans. Not as stealthy as ninjas, but in their own way, just as bad.