(555) 555-5555
Ring-Ring
Zube Girl: Come on, Mom…
Ring-Ring
Girl: Please be home…
Ring-Ring
Girl: Please…
Hello…You have reached…
Girl- Dammit...I’ll try her cell phone.
(123) 456-7890
Ring-Ring
Girl: She’s gotta answer her cell...
Ring-Ring
Girl: What in the hell is she doing?
Ring-Ring
Girl: Grr…
Hi! This is Mom's cell phone…
Girl: Well, what in the hell am I supposed to do now?
An hour later…
Ring-Ring
Girl: Hello?
Mom: Hey, were you trying to call me?
Girl: Yes!
Mom: What’s up?
Girl: Well, I was in the grocery store which was crowded as all get out, and I didn’t know where to find corn starch. I figured that’s the kind of thing Moms know.
Mom: Why didn't you ask one of the people who work there?
Girl: Did you hear me say 'crowded as all get out'? And besides, you know how much I hate asking people questions.
Mom: Except for me.
Girl: Aw, you love it Mom.
Mom: Yeah, I know. Did you find it?
Girl: Yup. Baking aisle.
Mom: You know gravy is better when you make it with corn starch instead of flour?
Girl: Huh, I didn’t know that.
Mom: Okay, well, sorry I didn't answer.
Girl: S'allright. Love ya.
Mom: Love you, too.
Girl: Bye.
Mom: Bye.
Friday, July 15, 2005
But, It's an Emergenceeeee...WAH!!!
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9 Leg Humps:
Moms are good for that kind of shit. Yay Zube mom!
Mom's rock. Thing is, when I become a Mom, I wonder if I'll automatically figure things out, such as where the corn starch is stored in the grocery store!
Mom's are great for that. I don't know what I'd do without mine.
"How long do you cook this for...?"
"What temperature do I cook this at...?"
"How do you make this...?"
But the best was that my mom was a nurse. So I get bonuses!
I don't think mom's mind. It makes them feel important.
Cassiopeia- Totally. It's a running joke that every year I call her on Thanksgiving morning to get the recipe for stuffing.
I don't remember on purpose, because I figure if I can't travel the 2,000 miles to be at her Thanksgiving dinner, the least I can do is get eight 10-minute phone calls!
I'm sorry but there is a serious sitcom pilot in your life. Between flinging poo and things like this.....
I wish someone would fling poo in my neighborhood. I could use the material.
Off topic:
Thanks you so much for your kindness.
Peace..............
Shrinking Wop- Heh. My sister lived with us one summer, and she said it was like watching a tv show 24 hours a day.
Helen- No problem.
TJ- Thanks!
I call my mom EVERY TIME I made gravy. WTF? Why can't I remember that crap.
And FYI..I'm a mom. I am AMAZED at how many answer I know now...and how much shit I just make up!
ZUBE! You just don't know how exciting that post was! I mean.... Wow!
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