Oh I can't wait to go to bed. Another 15 minutes and The Governor should be asleep. Ten minutes after that...so will I.
Last night's sleep was interrupted by another IMPORTANT BULLETIN from The Senator. He came upstairs, stood by The VP's ear and shouted:
DAD! I had a Great Sneeze! And I used a tissue, but I didn't throw it on my floor. I came upstairs and put it in the trash can in your bathroom. I just had to tell ya.I may not sleep much, but I never worry about missing anything big because we've got our own personal Reuters News Service sleeping one flight of stairs below us.
I don't think my mom must get much sleep either. She's constantly worrying about her adult children. This afternoon she was talking with my sister, and my sister mentioned that a tornado warning was in effect for a county just west of mine. My mom says, "Oh I hope she knows to go the basement!" My sister thought this was hysterical, especially since Mom dragged us to the basement every time it rained when we lived at home. So I called my mom.
Hey Mom...had a question for you. In a tornado warning...do you go to the basement, or do you head to the highest level of your home, roof perhaps, and stay there to avoid flying glass when your windows shatter?She didn't get it. So I tried again."Oh honey, you always go to the lowest level..."
Well, Mom, that sounds like good advice, but are you certain about that? I thought I saw on Channel 4 once that you're supposed to get an aluminum ladder, because they're the sturdiest, and crawl up on your roof during bad weather to prevent injuries from broken glass. And bring your umbrella with you, right?Sorry, Mom. I couldn't help myself."Well, I don't think...wait a minute. You're fooling with me, aren't you?"
Of course I've just screwed myself out of babysitting services next Thursday, haven't I? Damn.
Posted by Cathy at June 23, 2003 08:21 PM