Sunday, February 11, 2007

I Give Love a Bad Name

Telephone conversation:

Me: Hello?

Mom: Your brother told me that you wrote about me on your blog.

Me: Yep. Sure did. Funny stuff.

Mom: Like what?

Me: Like how you used to dump powdered herbs into our cereal and act like Cheerios were supposed to taste like weeds. Also how we could be bleeding out our eyes and you would drag us to the chiropractor instead of the ER.

Mom: You wrote about chiropractors? Oh no. You didn’t give them a bad name, did you?

Me: Nope. Not at all.

Mom: I hope my chiropractor doesn’t read it and get offended.

Me: Is your chiropractor one of the six people who read this blog?

Mom: Just in case, you better say something nice.

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