mom: how are the cookies? [translated for the non-finno-ugric readership.]
before i had a chance to answer...
mom: mine are done and i am going to bed already.
opb: mine aren't looking like fingers. in fact i tried to make thumbs, but they look like big toes.
mom: that was your smart-mouth remark on his website wasn't it?
opb: what? what smart remark? bitch you don't know me! [laughs]
mom [laughing]: oh yes i do! and you were the one who made the smart comment on his blog, aren't you? about banking powder and making it taste rich?
opb: maybe. maybe not.
mom: i knew it was you. it sounded like you. good night. i love you. [hangs up the phone].
well, i guess she figured out my blog name.
and if you found this blog, mom, "good night. i love you, too.
in the background::the key, the secret:urban cookie collective
1 comment:
That was pretty funny! Something I, uh, might say...
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