my ridiculous mother
Okay, so I'm eating breakfast this morning (at home in Jasper). Mom walks in. The following conversation ensued.
Mom: "Look! I poured some light makeup into this darker makeup to make it the right color."
Me: "Cool."
Mom: "Except it was so thick it wouldn't mix right, so I had to put a mixing ball in it. Guess what I used for a mixing ball?" (grinning sillily)
Me: (raised eyebrow, tentatively) "I don't know. What?"
Mom: "A .22 bullet!"
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mom: "Look! I poured some light makeup into this darker makeup to make it the right color."
Me: "Cool."
Mom: "Except it was so thick it wouldn't mix right, so I had to put a mixing ball in it. Guess what I used for a mixing ball?" (grinning sillily)
Me: (raised eyebrow, tentatively) "I don't know. What?"
Mom: "A .22 bullet!"
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!