I love this man
December 12th, 2006 by Wen
“I can’t believe your mom found your knitting blog”
“Yeah. And she found it while I was one the phone with her. Thankfully I deleted the link to Hairburner before she could see it.”
“Your mom is so nosy”
“You’re telling me. That lady has been finding and reading my diaries since I was old enough to write in one.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Well, I went on my site statistics while she was on there and recorded her IP address. Then I told her to get off the site because her Christmas present was on there.”
“Did she get off the site?”
“No, but she said she did. Then I told her that I could see that she was still on and that my site meter would tell me when she visited. I also told her I was going to ban her IP address so she couldn’t get on”
“She lied to you?”
“Yeah, but I lied to her too. I’m not going to ban her.”
“I think it says something that both of our mothers have some boundary issues”
“You think?”
“Yeah, but if we put the two of them in a locked room my money’s on your mom”
“You can’t bet against your own mother!”
“No seriously. Your mom would have my mom crying in less than three minutes.”
“I agree. But you still can’t bet against your own mom!”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m reserving the right to bet on my own mother. We can’t both bet on her to make your mom cry.”
“I’m going to hell.”
“I know baby. I’m saving you a seat.”
I’m roffling over here. Good thing my MIL isn’t in that room, too. Because the plasma would just be…ugh. Unbelievable. Anyways.