Monday, February 16, 2009

Actual conversation:

(As I walk in to the kitchen around 8 o'clock I find my mother sitting at the bar on her macbook wearing my dad's new pro-am hat tilted to the side, a hooded sweatshirt, hood on of course, and a white turtleneck underneath.)

Me:What are you doing?
Mom: Yo yo yo! (Throws made up gang signs.)
Me: Mom, you can only look so hard in a turtleneck.
Mom: Whaaaaat? You mean my T-Necky?

You just can't make this stuff up kids.

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