Conversations With Mum

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Sometimes when I am overtired, I have the tendency to also be super honest with my mum in ways that I probably shouldn't. Today was one of those days. After a long day(week) at work (YES! ON A SATURDAY!!) and on my way back to the office, I decided to give my mum and dad a visit. It just so happened that I came just in the nick of time to give my mum a ride to work. As we sat outside the station, I merrily had verbal diarrhea in front of my mother.

Me,"You know what, mum? You totally lied to me about the way to live my life. I hold you responsible for all my misery right now."

Mum, "WHAT? What did I say?"

Me, "You promised me that as long as I was a hard worker, and honest and I did my job the best way I could, that I would be successful, happy and rewarded. Well, that is the biggest lie in the whole world. This is what happens when you do all those things. People take advantage of you, they're lazy and don't do their own part, they just expect you to give 110% all the time and frankly you just get screwed up the ASS."

At this point in the conversation, my mum does her pouty face glare and tsks. This is her standard issue reaction for whenever I swear because she thinks it's going to make me stop. I, in turn around and glare at her.

"Yes Mum, SCREWED. UP. THE. ASS. And not with a smooth stick either. A big thorny one! Hmph!," I mutter.

"And why was dad being so bad tempered with me? It's no wonder all his children have such foul tempers. We got it all from him."

Mum just ignores me and then I noticed that she had something on her face so I start picking it. And she just lets me do it as mothers just have this weird inner patience when it comes to their kids. Then all of a sudden she says, "We're looking at the people outside but they can't see us?"

Since the rental car had zero tint on it's windows, I just turn around, raised an eyebrow and say," Whatchu' talking about?"

"Can people see us?" she says incredulously.

"Yes, mum! I don't have tinted windows. What do you think, I'm with the Mafia?" I start laughing so hard, I nearly pee my pants.

"I am SO going to blog about this."

"I hate your blog"


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