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Dec. 7th, 2002 10:23 pmTook Mom shopping for Christmas presents and the junk for Christmas Eve noshies. Oh, dear Christ. It was like when Susan used to come for Thanksgiving and we spendtthe entire day careening around Omaha looking for one! more! bookstore! Except there were no books involved.
The longer I know Mom, the more I become convinced that she became stranded on our planet when her tour group left her behind, and due to the telescoping effect of near-lightspeed travel, her parents are only at this moment noticing that she hasn't yet turned up in the ship's dining room for breakfast.
'Cause of stuff like this: She's going apeshit because she needs some cards, and of course greeting cards nowadays cost approximately as much as reconditioned automobile tires. So we're coming out of Hobby Lobby with stuff and she says, "Why can't a guy get boxes of greeting cards? I bet that'd be cheaper."
"Uh, Mom, they do make boxes of greeting cards."
She stands still for a moment. "Would they have them at the Hallmark store over there?"
"Very probably, yes."
"I'm going over there! Put the stuff in the car."
Yes ma'am. All righty.
The longer I know Mom, the more I become convinced that she became stranded on our planet when her tour group left her behind, and due to the telescoping effect of near-lightspeed travel, her parents are only at this moment noticing that she hasn't yet turned up in the ship's dining room for breakfast.
'Cause of stuff like this: She's going apeshit because she needs some cards, and of course greeting cards nowadays cost approximately as much as reconditioned automobile tires. So we're coming out of Hobby Lobby with stuff and she says, "Why can't a guy get boxes of greeting cards? I bet that'd be cheaper."
"Uh, Mom, they do make boxes of greeting cards."
She stands still for a moment. "Would they have them at the Hallmark store over there?"
"Very probably, yes."
"I'm going over there! Put the stuff in the car."
Yes ma'am. All righty.