Terrifying conversation from today
Me: Hey Mom, you know Zach, the friend Lauren and I have been talking about?
Mom: The rich one?
Me and Lauren: Yeah.
Mom: Good husband material?
Me: What?!
Mom: I just want to be taken care of in my old age.
Me: *back away and cower while covering my face*
Mom: I'm just freaking you out, Em.
Me: Aah!
Mom: I wouldn"t ask you to marry for money. Not that anyone could make you do anything anyway.
In other news, I and my dad pulled my neighor's dead tree out of the ground today. When I was four or five years old I used to brag to other kids that my Dad could pull up entire trees. It turns out he can.
Home smells so much better than Wesleyan. Sure, Wes is a pretty liberal arts school with grass and trees and blah blah blah, but my neighborhood smells like one big honeysuckle bush. Mmm.
Mom: The rich one?
Me and Lauren: Yeah.
Mom: Good husband material?
Me: What?!
Mom: I just want to be taken care of in my old age.
Me: *back away and cower while covering my face*
Mom: I'm just freaking you out, Em.
Me: Aah!
Mom: I wouldn"t ask you to marry for money. Not that anyone could make you do anything anyway.
In other news, I and my dad pulled my neighor's dead tree out of the ground today. When I was four or five years old I used to brag to other kids that my Dad could pull up entire trees. It turns out he can.
Home smells so much better than Wesleyan. Sure, Wes is a pretty liberal arts school with grass and trees and blah blah blah, but my neighborhood smells like one big honeysuckle bush. Mmm.