
My mom is as pure as the driven snow.
Have you heard that saying before?
It simply means she's kind and gentle and long suffering and nurtures with food.
All things I don't deserve.
She called this morning and offered to bring by an extra sausage biscuit on her way to her job at my church. I never turn down free food - a lesson she taught me - and I met her on the porch.
Here is a transcript of our conversation:
Me: You look pretty in your purple shirt.
Mom: I was concerned about wearing it because at my high school you weren't supposed to wear purple on Thursdays.
Me: Why?
Mom: I never really knew, but once a girl told me it meant you were...
Me: What?
Mom: (whispering) It meant you were gay.
Me: Well, I'd stand confident in your sexuality today and wear it with pride. But don't kiss Ms. Ruth, the financial secretary, on the mouth.
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Does your mom appreciate your quick wit?
ReplyDeleteDoes your mom appreciate your rapist wit?
ReplyDeleteYes, Your mom does appreciate your wit - mostly because you got it from me. Also, Joseph, I think the term is rapier wit. Love, Mom
ReplyDeleteA: As you can see on comment #3 - yes.
ReplyDeleteJ: I should have a screener for your comments.
Mom: {hugs}
I thought it was green.
ReplyDeleteBut then, I went to a high school whose mascot was a Brownie!
D: Everyone at your high school will eventually come out. Be prepared.
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