Friday, January 21, 2005

no, i am getting my nails done

i fear this blog will turn into random stories about my mom. you see she has this condition that prevents her from answering a question with even a small notion of an appropriate answer.

i am on my way to her house and i decide to stop at the store, i call mom to see if she needs anything

anna: mom, i am going to the store - do you want anything
mom: no, i am getting my nails done
anna: what?
mom: i have to go now click (or whatever sound a cell phone makes when it hangs up)
anna: . . . what?

did that answer my question? i suppose but how did the second half of her answer help with anything?


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