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cimoreneSometimes my sense of humor just gets broken when it comes to my parents, because if you assume they can't possibly be serious it will turn out that they are, and the next thing you know, my dad has heat exhaustion or something and my mom has yet another nervous breakdown. And they obviously can't be trusted because 7 years after Dad's accident, they both still think Mom should be allowed to drive long roadtrips solo in spite of her narcolepsy.
Exhibit A, Real Conversations With My ParentsTM:
He might not remember the Roadtrip from Hell where we were caravaning in 2 cars and she kept slowing down and swerving into the other lane/off the road, but I do.
But sometimes they really aren't serious, actually. Which, THANK ENYA for that. Because I couldn't handle it if they were actually planning to go to Oslo also. My mom's fixation on Carl Larsson's house is bad enough.
Exhibit B, Dad Totally Got Me:
Footnote (1): The shoes in question are Poetic Licence "Right at Home". I ran into them in a shady little dive known as Amazon.com when I reached the end of my rope after exhausting all possibilities in reputable/non-evil UK-based mail-order shoe stores in my aforementioned shoe quest. It was love at first sight. These are the shoes of my soul. No, I'm not making that pun. Nooooo. The black ones, though it was a tough call.
(2): It's a quote. There's a tourism ad for Finland on her TV and Geena Davis, when asked, says that it's the capital of Norway. Anyone who remembers the exact words, feel free to elucidate.
Exhibit A, Real Conversations With My ParentsTM:
DAD: Mom's family doesn't trust her to drive anymore. Joe is going to drive us home [from Kansas to AL, that's 9-11 hrs] and then fly back.
ME: Good. I don't trust her to drive anymore either.
He might not remember the Roadtrip from Hell where we were caravaning in 2 cars and she kept slowing down and swerving into the other lane/off the road, but I do.
But sometimes they really aren't serious, actually. Which, THANK ENYA for that. Because I couldn't handle it if they were actually planning to go to Oslo also. My mom's fixation on Carl Larsson's house is bad enough.
Exhibit B, Dad Totally Got Me:
ME: Is it ok if I ask mom to buy me some shoes1 that I can't afford? I'm an adult, so it feels a little embarrassing. Is that shameful?
DAD: You can ask her if you want, even though we're broke from going to the capital of Norway.
ME: What? The capital of Norway? WHEN? I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS!
DAD: You know... Finland? To visit you? Next summer? Remember, from Earth Girls Are Easy2?
ME: ...Oh yeah.
Footnote (1): The shoes in question are Poetic Licence "Right at Home". I ran into them in a shady little dive known as Amazon.com when I reached the end of my rope after exhausting all possibilities in reputable/non-evil UK-based mail-order shoe stores in my aforementioned shoe quest. It was love at first sight. These are the shoes of my soul. No, I'm not making that pun. Nooooo. The black ones, though it was a tough call.
(2): It's a quote. There's a tourism ad for Finland on her TV and Geena Davis, when asked, says that it's the capital of Norway. Anyone who remembers the exact words, feel free to elucidate.
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Date: 11 Mar 2010 03:41 pm (UTC)