Thursday, April 26, 2007

Because Mother's Day is just around the corner . . .

My cell rang. I didn't recognize the number but answered it anyway. It was Beautiful calling from a friend's phone.

What she meant to say to me was, "Hi, Mom. My cell is dead."

What came out of her mouth was, "Hi. My mom is dead. Wow. Now there's a Freudian slip for you . . . "

5 comments:

Rick said...

Well I am certainly glad you are alive and well!

Kristin said...

Yes--thank you! But I am carefully checking my food and drink for strange powders or smells or residues . . .

: )

whitenoise said...

Tell her there's no cash in the estate, only debt. That should fix freud and any other delusions she might have. ;-)

Mary said...

Don't you just love those "slips"?

Between your encounters with your massage dominatrix and now your daughter, I think you might want to just take it easy for a while.

BTW, I'm enjoying Whitenoise's comments almost as much as your posts lately.

Thanks to both of you for the laughs!

Kristin said...

In response, Mary, I nonchalantly say, "fuhggedabout it" ; )

Nods to whitenoise for figuring out how to spell that! Beautiful and I have an ongoing search for how to spell things like the sound of vomiting or the noise the cheat
from StrongBad makes . . . Hmmmm, written out like that it just makes us sound weird ; )