I have but one thing to say about this: Ick.
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The Princess Mom called me today to check and see if I had gotten the travel packet for our upcoming cruise yet.
Nope. I haven't received a thing.
Well, she said, that's odd. I've had my information packet for a couple of weeks already.
(Let's just say she was ready to hold a Southern Baptist tent revival-sized Come-to-Jesus meeting with her travel agent later today.)
Hmmm. At that moment I had a brainwave and asked her what address she had given the poor schmo.
Well, ____________________ Ave., Chicago. Why?
Ummm, Mom? I haven't lived at that address or in that city for well over a year. Helloooooo??? We spent how many weekends furniture shopping for a new apartment in what city this summer?
I swear she sounded just like Emily Litella: Oh. Never mind.
(And, no -- it's not old timer's disease. She's always been like this.)
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Karma. Ain't it a beautiful thing when it works?
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I must say that's the first time I've heard of the whole is necrophilia really beastiality debate. Thanks for that. ;)
Ick is right & the karma thing - perfect.
Oh joy - the karma idiot is from 20 miles down the road. Ya, we got lotsa smart ones 'round here...
Heh - we can only hope...
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