Because of the monsoon here in Marietta, I had to take JackMan to school today. (When he drives his big boy car, he has to park about 3/4 a mile away at a friend's house.) On the way, I had the radio turned to Q100, as always in the morning.
TR: Wow, they really crack themselves up, don't they?
Jack: Do you listen to the Bert Show just so you can hate on 'em?
TR: Yeah.
(beat)
(beat)
TR: Do you hear that cackle?! Doesn't Melissa's laugh make you want to pull all your hair out?
Jack: Pretty much.
TR: It's like biting into aluminum foil.
(beat)
TR: Let's count the grammatical mistakes. Last week, she said the drinking age was RISEN instead of RAISED. Like Jesus.
7 comments:
i love your humor, tania.
Of course you do. You're my mother.
if you're raised rite you know that He is risen . . .
and if you Diet Rite.
Mom, since you won't answer my phone calls, there's a new Weeds up already. Go watch it so we can talk about it tomorrow goshhhhhhhhhh.
Whine much?
Well, now the videos aren't even working...
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