See what Sam caused?
- Me: I have to microwave my hot chocolate, I was writing book recommendations for a friend and completely forgot this and now it's cold.
- My mom: Jeez, how many recommendations did you give her?
- Me: Uh. A lot?
- My mom: What kind of recommendations was she looking for? Fiction, non-fiction, just anything?
- Me: Kind of just anything. She likes baseball, so --
- My mom: Oh, talk about opening a Pandora's box.
lolz
I showed my mom this picture of Bobby Orr. Keep in mind that she grew up around Boston in the ’60s and ’70s and is more than keenly aware of Mr. Orr’s boyish good looks.
Mom’s reaction: “God, how old was he, twelve? He’s so cute!”
So, in my defense, this is hereditary.
My cousins on Facebook, and yes, Brian is dressed as a nun in his picture.
My father Paul (the chubby little fellow), my aunt Anne-Marie (the young lady), my grandfather Maurice (the man with the awesome hair), and my great-grandfather Narcis (the old Frenchman).
Dear Dad: QUIT SENDING ME STUFF AND GET OFF FACEBOOK. Love, Amanda.
We're loving, sensitive types.
- Me: How's Yoshi?
- Mom: He's a brat.
- Me: He's still eating and stuff?
- Mom: Oh, yeah.
- Dad: He woo-woo'd at me earlier.
- Me: Really? Awww.
- Dad: Basically, yeah, he's still here, if that's what you're asking.
Dad loves FOX
- Dad: What station is this on?
- Me: FOX.
- Dad: Losers.
