Convo with my mother via phone earlier this week:
Mom: You know, Mic, you’ve really surprised me with your domesticity and your little creative ways. Because when you were growing up I really didn’t think…I mean, I didn’t see it coming.
Me: What? really? what does that even mean?
Mom: Well, you know, like the house stuff and the crafty stuff. Just didn’t see it coming, that’s all. For awhile there, you just… you know.
Me: Ummm, I am so writing this down.
Mom: What? Don’t you dare! You are NOT writing this down!
Me: Yes, yes I am. I’m typing it right now. And I’m going to blog about it.
Mom: Oh NO-YOU-WILL-NOT! you can NOT blog about me behind my back. I MEAN IT!
Me: *silent with typing noises in the background*
Mom: MICCOLENE—You are gonna get it, that’s all! I’m gonna come get you in the night! No, I’m gonna start my OWN blog and then you’ll be really sorry!
Me: Yeah, still typing. This is good stuff.