Me: Alex, I LOVE YOU. If you ever need a kidney...
Me: I shall give you Gabriel's.
Mom: Did you try my... *zones out, returns to dishes*
Me: *waves dishtowel in front of her* Your what? Your pants? Your airplanes?
Mom: My fish.
Me: Living with you is like living in a world made of Mad Libs*.
My thumb has been twitchy all day. It is a very strange feeling, to have your hands move on their own. Hopefully I will not be held accountable if they start poking people without consulting me first.
Mom's foot surgery? Yeah. Not done correctly. So she is going to have MORE surgery to fix her feet so that standing no longer feels like unbearable pain. Which means she can't walk around for six weeks as of next Thursday.
Which means I am in charge.
And also means that we can sass all we like so long as we stay out of throwing range (fortunately she was a catcher when she played softball, not a pitcher). :D
But in all seriousness, that is going to be... interesting.
*It really is. She always forgets to add the last word of her sentences, usually an important noun. It is very funny. And mildly irritating. But mostly funny.