I'm not sure if I'm going to GET them or not, mind.

[lazulisong]

[MEG CALLS MOM ON CELL PHONE, HAVING REMEMBERED THE HOUSEHOLD HAS A THIRD OF A GALLON OF MILK AND GRANDRATS ARRIVING ON THE MORROW, A DAY IN WHICH STORES ARE NOT VERY OPEN.]

MEG: Hi. We are totally out of milk. Do you want to get it, or shall I?
MOM: You get it.
MEG: Kay.
MOM: By the way, I am at Soft Horizons. What would you like if you could get anything?
MEG: Budget?
MOM: Anything! Think big.
MEG:
MEG: Wool carders.
MOM: Okay. Where would they be?
MEG: In the spinning room in back, they're by Ashford, ask the ladies.
MOM: Okay!

[THEY GET OFF THE PHONE]

MEG: Huh.
MEG:
MEG:
MEG: ... I wonder if she remembered the conversations we've had where I have bitched loudly about how they're sixty dollars, or if they're going to have to wave smelling salts under her nose.

[MEG ARRIVES HOME, STILL A MASS OF GROUCHYPANTEDNESS]

MEG: So did you remember that they were sixty dollars, or did you faint in the store?
MOM: I fainted in the store.

MEG: Uh.
MEG:
MEG:
MEG: MOTHER.
MEG: IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO KNOW WHAT I GOT
MEG: YOU NEED TO MOVE THE SOFT HORIZONS BAG WHERE I CAN'T SEE IT.
MOM:
MOM:
MOM: ... you recognize the bag? [***Soft Horizons uses gift bags, not labeled ones]
MEG: They used the same ones last year!