me: .........
mom: (singing, too near my head)...mmmmmmmmmm-maresseedotes and dosiedotes and little lambs eat iiiiiiiiiiiivy....
me: Stop it. Anyway, It's Mares Eat Oats, or Mairzy Doats. I shouldn't know this.
mom: Ya know why we used to sing it that way? (dancing around me in a circle getting smaller and smaller) Because we thought we were singing in another language...
me: And they also sprayed you with DDT when you were kids to straighten your hair and made you duck'n'cover to protect yourself from radiation. Lady. Get out of my face.
mom: (singing, too near my head)...mmmmmmmmmm-maresseedotes and dosiedotes and little lambs eat iiiiiiiiiiiivy....
me: I'm not kidding you. I have a peach pill in that purse over there, and one of us is going to take it.
3 comments:
I want to meet your mom! I love her comments and have never met her. She sounds wonderful!
I know, brother. I totally would take her on the road if she wasn't a closet-agoraphobic. I love that woman more than anything even when she sings in my face on a Sunday morning.
Loved this, thanks!
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