Last Friday Night, my mom called me at 9:30 at night.
"Bobbi? Are my sunglasses at your house?"
"Uhhh.... Oh here they are!"
"Why are they at your house!?" She was very accusatory.
"You left them here on Easter Sunday?"
"Well." She huffed. "Can you bring them to me?"
"I'm in bed."
"Well. Hmmmmm... Will you be in town before 8:00 tomorrow morning?"
1 comment:
This is funny. Sounds like something I would do to my daughter, if I had a daughter. We get a little strange with age.
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