My mom and dad bought a new mattress. It has a supposed 30-year warranty. In my insensitivity and morbid humor, I said to my mom, "You'll die before this mattress does!"
Cue: Siblings' horror at such an observation.
Mom: But I'm only 52!
Tanya: Yeah, Grandma died at 80.
My mom starts to seriously consider this because sometimes she doesn't get my anti-jokes, but the siblings quickly assuage the situation and change the subject.
Then my mom chimes in. "Yeah, but I think Christ will come again before I die...and I just feel so bad that you kids won't get any of our inheritance."
Aww, thanks Mom! Wait...
Just a weird girl writing about sometimes funny, sometimes serious things...
2 comments:
hahaha. I love you and your mom. That sounds like a great conversation. I'd like to see a new photo of you, Tanya. Now that you're all newly returned from your mission. :)
haha this is awesome, so happy you're back to blogging! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY by the way!!
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