...family ties.

So I was talking to my mother the other week and, knowing that I was at the tail-end of a long-ass, complicated, and time consuming project, she asked how work was going.

Me:  I have the patience of a friggin' saint.

Mom (turns to my Dad):  She said she has the patience of a saint.

Me: No, of a friggin saint.

Mom: I can’t say that, I’m in The Diner. (Said diner is filled with super religious oldies yielding canes and judgement.)

Me: Then say “the patience of a --- saint.”

Mom (to Dad): She has the patience of a --- saint.

Dad (in background): What church are they from?

Thanks Dad. Thanks.