Conversations with my mother: part ten
December 21st, 2009
Mum: Come on, get up, get out of the spa. We’re going to pose for a family portrait.
Me: Seriously?
Mum: Yes, your uncle brought his camera and I can’t remember the last time we all had a photo together.
Me: I don’t want to do that.
Mum: Just shut up and get out. It’s Christmas and we’re going to look happy.
Me: But I’ve had, like, eight beers.
Mum: Well at least you’ll be smiling.
4 Responses to “Conversations with my mother: part ten”
ha ha ha, nice. Beer always brings out a smile in me too, even though it’s usually hidden behind thinly veiled contempt.
pics plz!
Your mother is a wise, wise woman.
I would’ve walked into the room nude
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