A rough excerpt of FUC #4 because it’s Friday and I know I needed a good giggle after this week

     Nolan instantly woke when the fight outside his bedroom erupted. It started with the bang of his condo door hitting the wall which erupted into a snarl he recognized—uh oh, mother’s here–followed by Clarice’s “Who the hell are you?” Bigger uh-oh.

     “I’ll ask the questions here, bird. Where’s my son?”

     “In the bedroom.”

     “Where he obviously want to sleep alone, hussy. Can’t you take a hint? Get your clothes and go.”

     “Not happening.”

     “Excuse me. Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

     “I think I can guess and my answer is still no. Like it or not, I’m not going anywhere. As a matter of fact, you should get used to seeing me around Nolan. I’ll be sticking real close as a matter of fact. Where he goes, I go.”

     Dead silence. “Are you implying what I think you are, big bird?”

     Crazy falcon. She baited the wrong person. Nolan couldn’t help but grin though as he  imagined his mother’s face. I am liking my new ASS friend more and more.

     “Big? I wouldn’t be calling me fat, Garfield. Did someone indulge in one too many saucers of cream? You know, the pet store is having a sale on catnip and mice. Maybe you should invest in some and work off those extra pounds.”

Ah, there’s nothing like meeting a hero’s mother for the first time and getting off to a great start. Have a great weekend!