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July 25, 2005

"Types of Stories My Mother Tells"

Worth the read.


The Mountainous Molehill

Voicemail: Honey? It’s your mother. And I’m afraid I have some really bad news. Could you give me a call as soon as you get in?

[I frantically dial her phone number]

M: Hello?

I: Ma? It’s Ian, I just got your message. What’s going on?!

M: [Brightly] Oh hi, honey! How are you?

I: I’m… well I’m fine, but you said you had some bad news?

M: Oh, yes. [Somberly] Do you remember Mrs. Ikeson, who lived next door to us when you were in elementary school? Well I we just got her annual Christmas letter in the mail, and she said that her dog Buster has diabetes.

Posted by Dan at July 25, 2005 09:57 AM

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Made me laugh! Thanks.

Posted by: Julia at July 25, 2005 10:31 AM


Posted by: Ara at July 25, 2005 01:28 PM

Oh my, this is my mother. She'll call my answering machine and carry on a conversation like I'm really there. Then she'll ask questions and say OK? OK, and continue on. At the end of the long message she'll say "you don't have to call me back"

Posted by: carol at July 26, 2005 12:01 AM

Family is scary.

Posted by: Dan at July 26, 2005 07:39 AM

We all become our parents.
When I remind my spouse, who's busily micro-managing the (grown) kids's lives how much he hated his own dad doing that, his response is a blank stare. Doesn't even realize he's repeating the behavior.

Posted by: Sal at July 26, 2005 11:01 AM


My fourteen year old daughter's cell phone OGM:

"Hello? [pause] Oh hi. [pause] Really? [pause] Really? [pause] I can't come to the phone right now..."

Posted by: Ara at July 26, 2005 03:21 PM

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