Call Me!! I'm Busy!!
Oh, alright. If I have to blog, I will. I've been working 16- to 18-hour days, and two days last week I fell asleep in front of my computer. How pathetic is that!?! But the good news is the work is slowing down a bit and I don't have to bore you with tidbits about biology, machining tools, or statistics. Lucky you!
Mama Zed complains nonstop when I'm busy with work and I don't call her enough in Florida. So I made a promise to myself to call her every single day this week. However, each day I called, she couldn't talk because she was "busy," but would call me back in 5 minutes when she was "free."
Her excuses??
Day 1: I can't talk. I'm eating ice cream. Let me call you back.
Day 2: I can't talk. I'm hanging out the wash. Let me call you back.
Day 3: I can't talk. I'm watching Dancing with the Stars. Let me call you back.
Day 4: I can't talk. Marie stopped by for coffee and some cookies. Let me call you back.
Day 5: I can't talk. I'm on my way to Winner's World (a casino). Let me call you back.
Day 6: I can't talk. I just sat down to dinner. Let me call you back.
Day 7: I can't talk. I'm on my way to the cemetery to visit your father and sister. Let me call you back.
Okay, first I like to say, what's the problem with being on the phone while you eat ice cream? Huh? Second, everyone knows Dancing with the Stars is garbage this year. And as for Day 7, I would guess that Dad and Carole can wait for us to have a 2-minute phone call--don't you? They are no longer living.
Mama Zed complains nonstop when I'm busy with work and I don't call her enough in Florida. So I made a promise to myself to call her every single day this week. However, each day I called, she couldn't talk because she was "busy," but would call me back in 5 minutes when she was "free."
Her excuses??
Day 1: I can't talk. I'm eating ice cream. Let me call you back.
Day 2: I can't talk. I'm hanging out the wash. Let me call you back.
Day 3: I can't talk. I'm watching Dancing with the Stars. Let me call you back.
Day 4: I can't talk. Marie stopped by for coffee and some cookies. Let me call you back.
Day 5: I can't talk. I'm on my way to Winner's World (a casino). Let me call you back.
Day 6: I can't talk. I just sat down to dinner. Let me call you back.
Day 7: I can't talk. I'm on my way to the cemetery to visit your father and sister. Let me call you back.
Okay, first I like to say, what's the problem with being on the phone while you eat ice cream? Huh? Second, everyone knows Dancing with the Stars is garbage this year. And as for Day 7, I would guess that Dad and Carole can wait for us to have a 2-minute phone call--don't you? They are no longer living.
posted by Zed on Sunday, October 14, 2007
12 Comments:
YOu are lucky though I cant get my mom off the phone!
Yeah I think your Dad and Sis would be ok if she were late to visit. Maybe the cemetary closed for lunch?
damned if you do and damned if you don't.
if you stopped calling every day I'm sure she would say something about it. Parents?!?!?
They're all insane. It's the way of the world.
You need to return the favor and let mama get a taste of her own medicine.
I can't talk. I'm about to come. Let me call you back.
That should fix that issue! Or am I just evil?
You are just evil. But we knew that.
yeah
I'd love to leave a comment
but I can't right now..
I'm chewing gum
let me leave it later
thanks
She's just getting you back for all those times you no doubt drove her crazy. I suspect method in the madness.
My mother never listens to anything I say but says mm hmm and then goes back to the list of people I don't know who have died lately and then says 'okay, bye' and hangs up. I like my arrangement better than yours.
I think she is entertaining gentlemen callers!
LMAO @ #7.
I must add that to my list of excuses to use!!!
;-)
That must have been some really good ice cream.
Jen, did you get rid of the gum yet?
Barbara, I wrote this incredibly long, moving, funny, outstanding comment on your "high school" blog, but Blogger ate it. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. And yes, my mother might be getting back at me for all those things I put her through while I was in high school.
Dale, your arrangement is much better than mine. Have I mentioned I hate you lately? :)
Mr. Fab, you might be onto something.
Jin, it's funny, but oh so true. Like my Dad and Carole would be po'd that she didn't get to the cemetery by 2:00 pm sharp. haha!
Chelene, she has a large dish of ice cream every night with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and a cherry on top. And she weighs 105. My nerves.
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