Head Desk

[cornerofmadness]

repeat until you're unconscious. talking to mom last night (who is doing her best to freak me the hell on out. She's totally convinced I'll bleed to death in the surgery next week). So, I say I have to clean up the house.
Mom - 'Oh, no you don't it's okay.'

COM -Hmmm stand on your head anyone who believes that.
MOM- 'I want to clean it.'
COM - I don't think so. The last time you did that I couldn't find stuff in the kitchen for MONTHS. (last time I had surgery and she was there she did this)
MOM - you'll be unconscious, you can't stop me
COM - that's not reassuring.
MOM - so you don't have to clean
COM - well at least I have to put the unopened moving boxes in the closet until I can find place to put the stuff that's in them.
MOM - I'll do that for you.
COM - The rule of the house is you do NOT touch any box sealed with tape. If it's sealed with tape you don't OPEN IT
MOM - What's so devestating in the boxes that I can't see?
COM - Ten years ago you found the whips, do you really need to ask me that?
MOM - seriously what's in the boxes
COM - mostlyjust shit I have no room for
MOM - so, I'll help. I'll open them
COM - do I have to move them to my office to stop you
MOM - I'm too nosy
COM - Mom they're the same shitting boxes that were in Gram's for years. You resisted then. You can resist now
MOM - uh-huh
COM - thinking to self - move ALL non-mom safe stuff to the office barring the whips. She already knows...hmm should probably unbookmark the Whips of Oz, Stormyleather and www.collarme.com from the computer since she'll be typing my novel for me on it....

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