There must be some Toros in the atmosphere…
It’s freezing in my apartment. I sit wrapped up in fleece blankets. The heat is blasting out of my radiators, but it must be absolutely freezing outside.
I was really busy at work yesterday, and my mom called me.
I saw it was her number, and I picked up.
“Mum?”
“Hi, Sheila!”
“I can’t really talk right now.”
Mum took a deep breath and then said (and this was pretty much what it sounded like): “It’sgoingtobefreezingtomorrowsomakesureyoubundleup.”
Oh God, it makes me laugh.
I said, “Okay, bye.”
Later I called her and we laughed about it. She said she had just called to say Hello but when I couldn’t talk, she decided to get in as much motherly advice as possible before I hung up.
“…this is not a democracy, it is a cheerocracy…” – it’s comforting to know that there is also a “momocracy”…
Sounds like my mother, no matter how old you get and as I’ve found no matter how far away you move from home, you’re still her daughter, she’s still your mother. I’m battling a cold, and my mother called me to remind to drink plenty of OJ, eat some soup, get some rest. Now if there was a way to get a hold of my late grandmother’s chicken noodle soup, I’d be st.
It’s cold here as well, and I mentioned that, and she also reminded me about keeping warm and such. I love it. I hope to never grow out of being a daughter.
You sound like you have the most wonderful family. I especially love the entries on your nephew. He sounds like a bowl of sunshine!
Melisa –
He is a bowl of sunshine. Especially with his white hair. A bowl of sunshine who loves to make loud noises, like World War II explosions.