I decided that my mother needs her own blog. Not in the sense that she will actually be the one taking care of this blog, but in the sense that it revolves around her and the ridiculous things she says. For instance, take a couple of excerpts from the past week:
Tuesday Morning
Me: I have no idea what to do for my birthday.
Mom: I know! We should hire a male stripper!
This Morning
Me: (examining an envelope I got from NYU where my street name is spelled wrong) Quinton? How do you mess up Clinton as Quinton? That's like having a lisp or something.
Mom: Yeah well, you only need a PhD for that, right? (walks out nonchalantly)
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