There is nothing I say about my mom here that I won't (or don't) say to my mom herself.
She just got back from vacation, and we were on the phone. She asked how my sister was, since I had talked to her recently but Mom hasn't since before she left...
Me: She told me about her car accident that no one bothered to tell me about.Mom: Oh. Well...
Me: She said, 'Did you hear about my car accident?' And I said, 'No, I just hear about how fat you are.'
Mom: (laughing/outraged) I don't say she's fat!
Me: (laughing) You do, too...you always tell me how huge she is and how she's going to have a 50 pound baby.
Mom: You need to stop picking on that girl.
Me: (laughing) Me? You're the one saying she's fat!
Mom: (laughing) But you're not supposed to repeat it. Especially to some poor hormonal, pregnant woman.
Me: I told her hearing how fat she is, is a nice change from hearing how fat I am.
Mom: I never tell you you're fat!
Me: (incredulous) Okay, Mom!
Mom: I never say that!
Me: Maybe you don't notice it, but I'll be sure to point it out when you do it while I visit this weekend.
Mom: I am hanging up this phone.
Me: (laughing) Oh, come on.
She didn't hang up on me, btw. We talked for another half hour.
Posted by Jenelle at March 3, 2008 05:48 PM | TrackBack