Once the doctor told her she had the internal organs of a 25 year old, my mom figured it was safe to take up smoking again.
Later, the conversation somehow turned to the Cleveland Zoo and how awful it is to go there on Mondays, a.k.a. free admission day. We were discussing how someone should take pictures of these people and post them on the web under “People of the Cleveland-Zoo.” It would be similar to “People of Wal-Mart,” except the Wal-Mart folks would look like high-society compare to our Monday morning zoo crew.
I’m not saying that Carla Bondra shops at Wal-Mart, but apparently someone who looks, acts, and dresses just like her does.
Former My Bowling League members Abigail and Jim Sirselle decided to renew their vows this past “Monday,” right outside the llama corral.
Anyhow, my mom says that when she was a kid she used to love going to the zoo to watch the “tangerines roll around.” What?............ My brother Terry told her that tangerines are in orchards, not in zoos. She was pissed at the boy, and said to him “what are you an idiot? You know what I mean, you god damn smartass, those monkeys, those baboons, those whatchacallems.” My sister Beth said, “Mom, do you mean orangutans?” to which I quickly interjected, “of course that’s what she meant, Terry, you’re an idiot.”
Is it possible that this tangerine is eating an orangutan?
Shortly after this, my mother told a story about a very suspicious character that she once knew. She said he was suspicious because he wouldn’t walk under a ladder, he carried a rabbit’s foot, and he wouldn’t leave the house on Friday the 13th. Yep, he sure sounds like a pretty damn suspicious character to me.
This next bit doesn’t actually fall under shit my mom says, but I don’t have a category called shit my mom does. Anyhow, mommy dearest is working on a jigsaw puzzle with her magnifying glass, and I ask her how the puzzle is coming along. She couldn’t hear me and asked if I could repeat the question. She still couldn’t hear me so she asked me to hold on a second while she grabbed the magnifying glass, which she put up to her ear and said “okay, what were you asking me?” Now this may sound a little silly, but it does appear that she can in fact hear better when she puts the magnifying glass next to her ear.
Now that she has her audio magnifying glass, my mom won’t be needing that cumbersome ear horn any more.
Trust me, I’ve got plenty more mom stuff like this, and I may have to make a shit my mom says a weekly entry, well, until she finds out about it, that is. Then I’ll just tell her it was that idiot son of hers, Terry who writes all this stuff. Hell, I’ll just tell her I’m Terry, I’ve got to believe that there’s at least a 50-50 chance she’ll believe me.
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Marty Lynch
The King Pin
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