An exchange between my mother and I
Oct. 8th, 2008 01:16 pmSetting: I'm at my mother's office for the day, and have agreed to decorate greeting cards, clocks, and other office staples with acrylic paint. I have since gotten creative.
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M: (walks in) Now you're painting the screwdriver?
H: It has a point!
M: Right.
-three minutes later, in her waiting room, in front of clients-
H: (bursting in)Ha!
M: (stares)
H: Look! (shows card) Screwdriver art!
M: (stares)
H: You paint the ridges, and then you roll it!
M: (stares)
H: (throws hands in air) Applaud my genius!
M: (stares) (turns away)
H: Or ignore it, that works too.
M: (to the group) My daughter.
All: Ohhhhh. (implied: "that explains it")
H: Thanks.
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This is pretty much how we roll.
-H
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M: (walks in) Now you're painting the screwdriver?
H: It has a point!
M: Right.
-three minutes later, in her waiting room, in front of clients-
H: (bursting in)Ha!
M: (stares)
H: Look! (shows card) Screwdriver art!
M: (stares)
H: You paint the ridges, and then you roll it!
M: (stares)
H: (throws hands in air) Applaud my genius!
M: (stares) (turns away)
H: Or ignore it, that works too.
M: (to the group) My daughter.
All: Ohhhhh. (implied: "that explains it")
H: Thanks.
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This is pretty much how we roll.
-H