So my mom is partial to making homemade caramel corn in the winter, and this year is no exception. She made a batch this morning, and as we were quality-testing it, the following conversation ensued ( Read more... )

When Leah says "Fuck!" at therapy...

MOM: (aghast) Leah Christine!
LEAH: Mom! I'm allowed to say fuck here!
THERAPIST: (smiling) Mom, she's allowed to say fuck here.
MOM: Well, fuck...

I love my Mom...

...and my therapist, for that matter.

My father is a very funny man. Unlike my mother's special blend of insane-funny, my dad's brand of humor is somewhat more crazy-intellectual... but no less bizarre, I assure you ( Read more... )

I went back to Grand Rapids last weekend for the wedding of two of my friends, staying with my family during my visit. I arrived early Saturday morning when no one was awake. I make a quick trip upstairs to my parents' bedroom to let my mom know that, a) I got there safely, and b) I was not, in fact, a crazy axe-wielding burglar prowling around ( Read more... )

I got home from work approximately five hours ago. Mind you, I probably shouldn't have been working today at all, since I believe that I have strep throat, but that is barely relevant to our story ( Read more... )

That's right, kids. I saw my mom this weekend ( Read more... )

My mother is trying to chose her outfit for the day. She keeps coming into my room, flipping on the light, sitting on my bed and telling me what "people nowadays are wearing" and looking at me expectantly for approval. Then she storms out of the room, flips off the light on her way out and takes a few minutes before she comes back in a different ( Read more... )

At the apartment I shared with Sarah and Luke, we had a non-coin-op washer and dryer in the basement, which happened to be very convenient for me as I slept down there. However, this washing maching was incredibly tiny. Therefore, the three toss pillows I owned could not be laundered despite the copious amounts of cat hair that had collected on ( Read more... )

I've decided that my mother's antics need to be chronicled so that they may easily be published one day as part of my memoirs. You guys get the advanced-reader edition. (Happy, Kim ( Read more... )

My mom scolded me today.

Poll My mom scolded me today.

Did you guess? Good.

( Now here's the answer )