My Mom is coming to town this weekend, which can only mean one thing.
Whoa to anyone who tries to usurp her rightful place in the front row of the southbound Ontario Northland bus.
She's bringing me my house-warming gift.
It's a paper shredder.
She lost her mind and bought one because my Aunt R. got a paper shredder for Christmas. My Mother hates to be one-upped.
My Mom loves the following: timbits, Swiss Chalet Quarter Chicken dinners, Costco, IKEA, mass at St. Michael's Cathedral, casinos, Saturday night episodes of Cops, and clothing made from unnatural fibres.
My Mom is suspicious of the following: shell fish, anything that is not a root vegetable, foods with foreign names, cats (particularly mine), independent women, First Nations people, and animated feature films.
Think of me this weekend. There's little doubt that I'll be gracing a Swiss Chalet and ordering one of the few vegetarian items on the menu -- baked potato with steamed vegetables.
1 comment:
Your mom would probably be really suspicious of me: first-nations-lookin', independent woman with a foreign name. I also love shellfish and your cat seems to like me.
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