Too Much Metal For One Mom
December 22nd, 2006
Today Mom got her hair cut. She has a bit of a perm, and her stylist had used some mousse and whatnot to give the curls some definition. When her stylist was done, my mom looked in the mirror and said with a huge grin, “I have Marty Friedman hair!”
Something like this.
As if that wasn’t enough… One day as I was sitting quietly at the computer downstairs, I heard a loud BANG! from upstairs in the kitchen. Of course I yelled upwards “YOU OKAY, MOM?” And I got back a weak voice saying, “I think it’s okay, I survived…”
So of course I go barrelling up the stairs in a panic to see what’s wrong–and Mom’s at the top of the stairs, smiling smugly. Turns out the table leaf dropped and hit the floor is all.
“But,” she asked me, “don’t you appreciate the excitement once in a while?”
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