Yet another reason to be afraid of Jell-O
Last night before I went to bed, I went downstairs to say goodnight to my mom (and Molly, consequently) who was on the couch watching Nancy Grace as is her usual evening routine.
In her recent unemployment (the period in between student teaching and another job), she has taken to watching some show on the Discovery Channel about hauntings.
Anyway, she started to tell me about the episode she'd watched that day that featured a British family. The mother at one point had taken a pan of red Jell-O out of the fridge and discovered a hand print in it. "And then she goes, 'Oi! Who put a hand in me jelly?" my mom giggled. And then she continued to laugh and repeat, "Who put a hand in me jelly?" and laugh some more. I shook my head and went upstairs to my room.
This morning when I got to work, I realized that I'd forgotten to ask mom about what happened yesterday with the IRS (Yesterday when I went to check the status of my economic stimulus package, the website said I wasn't eligible because someone else had claimed me as a dependent. Naturally, my next step was to text my mom: "You're a butthead." So she called and asked why she was a butthead and I explained it to her and gave her my social security number and she said she'd call because I was too old to be claimed as her dependent.) When I called her, she told me the woman was really rude with her and told her that because she'd tried to claim me as a dependent (even though she was unsuccessful), I was ineligible. "So I said, 'fuck you!' and hung up." Great, right?
I decided this was entertaining enough to share so I texted Bert: "My mom said 'fuck you' to the lady from the IRS." When I didn't get a response, I thought I might check the sent messages to see if it had gone through, which it had. But not to Bert; I'd sent it to my mom by accident. Oh well, I thought and forwarded it to Bert.
A few minutes later I was collecting folders when I felt my pocket buzz. It was a text from my mom. A response to my accidental text. And I fully expected it to say, "Don't say that!" or "You don't talk like that, do you?" And then I opened the message: "Because the lady from the IRS put a hand in me jelly."
I have lost all hope of turning out normal.
*~*katie*~*
In her recent unemployment (the period in between student teaching and another job), she has taken to watching some show on the Discovery Channel about hauntings.
Anyway, she started to tell me about the episode she'd watched that day that featured a British family. The mother at one point had taken a pan of red Jell-O out of the fridge and discovered a hand print in it. "And then she goes, 'Oi! Who put a hand in me jelly?" my mom giggled. And then she continued to laugh and repeat, "Who put a hand in me jelly?" and laugh some more. I shook my head and went upstairs to my room.
This morning when I got to work, I realized that I'd forgotten to ask mom about what happened yesterday with the IRS (Yesterday when I went to check the status of my economic stimulus package, the website said I wasn't eligible because someone else had claimed me as a dependent. Naturally, my next step was to text my mom: "You're a butthead." So she called and asked why she was a butthead and I explained it to her and gave her my social security number and she said she'd call because I was too old to be claimed as her dependent.) When I called her, she told me the woman was really rude with her and told her that because she'd tried to claim me as a dependent (even though she was unsuccessful), I was ineligible. "So I said, 'fuck you!' and hung up." Great, right?
I decided this was entertaining enough to share so I texted Bert: "My mom said 'fuck you' to the lady from the IRS." When I didn't get a response, I thought I might check the sent messages to see if it had gone through, which it had. But not to Bert; I'd sent it to my mom by accident. Oh well, I thought and forwarded it to Bert.
A few minutes later I was collecting folders when I felt my pocket buzz. It was a text from my mom. A response to my accidental text. And I fully expected it to say, "Don't say that!" or "You don't talk like that, do you?" And then I opened the message: "Because the lady from the IRS put a hand in me jelly."
I have lost all hope of turning out normal.
*~*katie*~*