So the 15th was my mother’s birthday, and the day after mother’s day. I’m having car trouble and I was out of clean laundry, so after I got done working a 12-hour shift I decided it would be appropriate to call my mother while I was folding clothing. I figured if I timed it close to her bedtime, maybe it’d be a nice bonus for her, thinking fondly of my phone call as she went to sleep.
I mean, shit. If nothing else, to know her widdle boy was doing his own clothes and it wasn’t heating up her house should count for something, right?
So I call, and we do the usual “so happy you called, so happy to speak to you” dance. After the usual pleasantries were exchanged, she dropped the bomb on me.
Read the rest of this entry »