...my funny mom.

I have an unfinished follow-up to the wall paper post that I started on Sunday. My job is getting in the way of my blogging. *sigh*

In the meantime...yet another reason why my mother cracks me up. This is the tail end of a convesation my mom and I just had:

Mom: "Alright, I'll talk to you later. I have to go put out."
Me: "hee hee hee hee"
Mom: "I have to go re-stock. I can't say 'put out.'"
Me:  "hee hee hee hee"

This is almost as good as the time my grandmother announced to my mom and her friends that she got a hickey on her head.

...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.