I don’t know about anyone else, but this weather is driving me insane. I need sun to function in the summer. I can’t send my children to the pool to give me a break when the weather is raining or too damned cold. It’s just been weird and wonky and even if you aren’t getting the spring-like weather we are, everyone is experiencing some sort of funk.
This weekend was no exception, really. My poor son, B, had a learning experience on Saturday. He and his little brother went to the store and as they were coming home and passing a restaurant, a rather pricey and nice restaurant, he was telling his little brother about someone singing to him and he sang the song. A woman was standing outside smoking a cigarette and she sang back to him and said, top that. He blushed and said no, ma’am. She said do you know who Meredith Baxter is? He shook his head no. She said go home and tell your mother Meredith Baxter beat you. God love him, he thought she knew me and used the whole, my-mom-is-an-author. She didn’t know me. She said she starred on “Family Ties”, did he see it? He said no and he slunk away. She then called him back and asked him what her name was, when he replied Mrs. Baxter, she corrected him and again told him to tell me he met Meredith Baxter. Remember that.
B calls me and he’s uber excited. Now, this restaurant has had some celebrities–mostly football players and the like. I couldn’t understand why someone like her would be here in this Po-dunk town, but stranger things have happened. So B and I walk back down into town and it starts to rain. So. we’re stalking this restaurant in the rain. The good thing about this? Another rainbow.
Pretty, isn’t it? It was actually a triple, but all the rings aren’t showing up. You can vaguely see the second one if you look really close. The building with the red awning is the fancy restaurant. Doesn’t look like much from the outside, does it? But inside is filled with yumminess.
I got tired of standing under awnings, so I walked back up to the house and got my Van. I parked it and I waited while the kids doddled outside. Then, I saw people come out and saw my son walk over to “Meredith Baxter”. I was about fifteen feet away from her and even through the rain streaked windshield I knew it wasn’t Meredith Baxter. As I got out of the van, I took a deep breath. I was pissed for my kid because I had to go tell him that he’d been duped by a very cruel person who had nothing freaking better to do than play games. You should’ve seen her face when I walked over. It turned beet red. It darkened when I said, “Uh, you’re so not Meredith Baxter.” I refrained from saying wtf?
Her lame excuse? She thought my son overheard another couple telling her she looked like MB. Which, in my humble little opinion, she doesn’t and thought she’d have fun. I refrained from telling her what I really thought of her because I do occassionally like to eat at this restaurant. When I came home and told Mark, I flipped out and B thought we were mad at him. So, I had to explain to him that the only person I was mad at was the drunk beotch who duped him. The thing that bothered me most was the fact that she called him back to reiterate what her name was. He was embarrassed because he’d called and texted people that he met her. I told him to tell the truth. It’s happened to all of us in one form or another.
Have you ever had an experience like this? Somewhere in one of the Asian countries there is a little Asian man running around with a picture of me, only he thinks he snapped a picture of Meg Ryan in NYC. I tried to tell him I wasn’t, but he took the picture anyhow, blinding me in the process.