Phone conversations with my mother are never a simple, uninterrupted task on her end. The woman lives down the street from me and doesn't fail to call me less than 6-7 times a day for one thing or another, providing much fodder for my blog here.
Tonight's conversation:
Me: "Hey are you around tomorrow?"
My Mother: "I have a Doctor's appointment in the afternoon. What are you doing?"
Me: "Besides work I have to head to..." (then she interrupts me)
My Mother: "WHO SHIT ON THE FLOOR?" (loudly)
My step-dad who I can hear in the background: "It wasn't me."
My Mother: "Dammit Lee-Ling I'm gonna choke you!"
Lee-Ling is my mother's deaf Chihuahua whom we suspect she loves more than my sister and I. Her threats are empty but, hysterical nonetheless.
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