Some Humor For This Cloudy Day
I saved a life today. No, not while lifeguarding, though that is what I would assume if I weren't me, but instead while driving home. There was this poor, pitiful creature in the middle of the road that looked totally terrified as cars whizzed by him, barely avoiding his body. My heart went out to the little thing and I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and made a daring rescue. I am happy to report that Frank the turtle has been relocated to my backyard where no sedan, bike or SUV can harm him. The only downside is that my golden retriever is sort of wary of Frank and jumps back a few feet whenever he moves.
Also, after work and the daring rescue of Frank, I came home and sat down by the computer to catch up on my mail and the New York Times. My mom called me into the kitchen, though, saying she had to have a talk with me. Did you ever notice that just by adding the word "a" in front of it the word "talk" becomes a much darker thing? In other words, "to talk" is fine but "to have *a* talk" usually implies that you'll be having A Discussion, A Chat, or An All Out Screaming Match.
Anyway, I walked into the kitchen expecting to be yelled at for something along the lines of my messy room or running over the grass on the side of the driveway. Instead, my mom told me this:
Mom: Petey wanted me to have a word with you about calling me Mommy.
Me: (thinking) WTF?
Mom: He says when you talk to him and you referance me you don't say Mom you say Mommy and he's tired of being treated like a baby. He said "For God's sake sometimes I call you Mother I'm not a little kid anymore."
Me: I suppose he doesn't want me to call him Petey anymore, either.
Mom: Well, his friends usually call him Pete...
Me: Right.
Apparently with the big 1-0 approaching my brother has become quite mature. I guess I didn't get the memo.
Also, after work and the daring rescue of Frank, I came home and sat down by the computer to catch up on my mail and the New York Times. My mom called me into the kitchen, though, saying she had to have a talk with me. Did you ever notice that just by adding the word "a" in front of it the word "talk" becomes a much darker thing? In other words, "to talk" is fine but "to have *a* talk" usually implies that you'll be having A Discussion, A Chat, or An All Out Screaming Match.
Anyway, I walked into the kitchen expecting to be yelled at for something along the lines of my messy room or running over the grass on the side of the driveway. Instead, my mom told me this:
Mom: Petey wanted me to have a word with you about calling me Mommy.
Me: (thinking) WTF?
Mom: He says when you talk to him and you referance me you don't say Mom you say Mommy and he's tired of being treated like a baby. He said "For God's sake sometimes I call you Mother I'm not a little kid anymore."
Me: I suppose he doesn't want me to call him Petey anymore, either.
Mom: Well, his friends usually call him Pete...
Me: Right.
Apparently with the big 1-0 approaching my brother has become quite mature. I guess I didn't get the memo.