Mom: What did you do with my keys?
Meg: I put them right there! Right in front of your face!
Mom: Oh.
Meg: Jesus Christ.
Mom: HEY. I don't want to hear you say that unless you really mean it.
Meg: Really mean it?
Mom: Like you're praying.
Meg: Jesus Christ, please don't let my mother be as nutty as she seems.
**knock on the door**
Mom: Was that you?
Meg: No, it's the front door.
(I'm seated, working in the living room at the back of the house. I don't get up to get the door. Mom walks past me on her way to get it.)
Mom: Is someone at the door?
Meg: Yes.
Mom: Who is it?
Meg: Seriously?
Mom: Oh.
I worry about her sometimes.
Meg: I put them right there! Right in front of your face!
Mom: Oh.
Meg: Jesus Christ.
Mom: HEY. I don't want to hear you say that unless you really mean it.
Meg: Really mean it?
Mom: Like you're praying.
Meg: Jesus Christ, please don't let my mother be as nutty as she seems.
**knock on the door**
Mom: Was that you?
Meg: No, it's the front door.
(I'm seated, working in the living room at the back of the house. I don't get up to get the door. Mom walks past me on her way to get it.)
Mom: Is someone at the door?
Meg: Yes.
Mom: Who is it?
Meg: Seriously?
Mom: Oh.
I worry about her sometimes.
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Date: 2011-01-20 09:41 pm (UTC)