My Mother the Drug Smuggler
Mom: “Just calling to say goodbye. We are leaving in the morning for our trip.”
Sarah: “Ok, but who is going to take care of me?”
Mom: “You have three brothers, if you need anything call one of them.”
Sarah: “Umm, I actually have four brothers, but what if there’s an emergency?”
Mom: “Just call 1-800-Princess.”
Sarah: “Mom, come one. Seriously. I’m not playing the part of a princess, by wanting a contact number.”
Mom: “We’re taking a Princess cruise, Sarah. And before you say anything, yes, without you. Sorry.”
Sarah: “Fine… I still love you, but give the contact info to a more responsible child. Have fun and don’t forget to bring me a present, but please not from Columbia. I don’t have the bail money it would take to spring a drug smuggling mama from jail.”
Can’t help but wonder which brother she isn’t counting and why.
uhm. you just turned 32 .. right?
– bring on the anon flame! –
anon: I’m sure it’s my missionary brother in Japan that didn’t make the count.
anon: Perhaps I should have explained. When I was just a little Sarah my mom would drop me off at my grandma’s house. I had a lot of very young uncles and a marvelous motherly aunt who were around as well. I always asked who would take care of me, because I was unsure who the actual sitter would be. It turned into a joke that has lasted, yes, well into my 30s. Let me assure you, I can take care of myself, and have been doing so for a long, LONG time.
well your mother either forgot the brother on the mission - or Ben, who you are taking care of, not the other way around (unless you need a good deal on a timing belt).
That was so funny. I may have died laughing.