My mom called this morning. After our usual discussion of the weather, a very prairie way to do small talk, my mother says:
Mom: So you will be here soon.
Me: Yes.
Mom: Is your hair long or short?
Me: Long. I can't get a hold of my hair dresser.
Mom: *Sigh* No.
Me: Yes.
Mom: You have to get your hair done so you look nice.
Me: Ummm.
Mom: You have to try. Okay? You can't come looking like that.
Me: Sure. Thanks.
Mom: Have a good day.
Me: Bye.
If you ever wonder why I am the way I am I suggest re-reading this post.
