Hoiliday Blog - Tuesday Morning, Oceanside, CA
So Mom lives in a suburban ghetto (manicured lawns & the gangs drive late 90's pimped Acuras), & works at Child Protective Services for the COunty of San Diego. Since there are no sidewalks, I need a car to get around (this is California, yo), so she wakes me up at the crack of dawn to take her to pick up a county car so she can work & I can fuck around town in her car.
Mom: "Don't you think if you're going to a Starbucks after you drop me off, you oughta at least wet down your hair first?"
Me: "I thought you liked my curls?"
Mom: "Yes but your hair looks like the Bride of Frankenstein caught in a spiderweb"
Mom wins.
Mom: "Don't you think if you're going to a Starbucks after you drop me off, you oughta at least wet down your hair first?"
Me: "I thought you liked my curls?"
Mom: "Yes but your hair looks like the Bride of Frankenstein caught in a spiderweb"
Mom wins.