Conversations with my mother: part seven
Me: Why have there been people standing on our front lawn every morning this week?
Mum: I don’t know. Maybe they’re waiting for somebody to pick them up.
Me: It’s our front lawn, not a goddamn taxi rank.
Mum: Oh Annik, please don’t start ranting.
Me: I want to stand on the porch with a shotgun and tell them what’s what.
Mum: Where on earth are you going to get a shotgun?
Me: I know people who know people.
Mum: Yeah, right.
Me: This is our territory, Mum. We have to defend it.
Mum: Actually I think that part of the land belongs to the council.
Me: So if people started having sex right there on the front lawn, you’d just let them?
Mum: I hardly think that’s an appropriate comparison.
Me: Don’t avoid the question. Stop being such a woman and stand up for your rights.
Mum: Can you go away? I’m busy.
Me: You’re watching NCIS.
Mum: Well it’s important.
Me: I’m going to talk to Dad about this.
8 Responses to “Conversations with my mother: part seven”
What did your father have to say about it?
Dad didn’t really care either. Nobody understands me.
We don’t always understand you either… still love you though.
So you’ll give me a kidney, then?
I made coq au vin yesterday, but put too much red wine in it, and as a result had a hangover this morning.
I got drunk on chicken. I could cook some for your mum, if you like.
Why ARE they standing around outside your house?
I need closure.
Brian, that’s fucking awesome. Invite me over for dinner already.
Shane – nobody knows, but they’re gone now. Presumably my pre-coffee early morning glares scared them away.
I don’t even like it when a car pulls up out the front of my place…
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