People think I make my Mom up. They really do. It's insane sometimes the stuff her brain processes and the resulting actions.
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Case in point: A couple of Sundays ago, she and I were on one of our S.A.O.'s (Sunday Afternoon Outings) and I had XM tuned to an oldies station she likes. As we were stopped at a light, a song popped on that I haven't heard since I was a kid. I casually mentioned that I haven't heard that song in a while. It was something she used to sing to me as a Little Bit: Rainy Days and Mondays by the Carpenters.
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Now to re-cap, I SAID "I haven't heard that song in a while." What processed in my Mom's brain was: "I sure would LOVE to own a Carpenter's CD with all their greatest hits."
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Cut to a few days ago. I come home from the gym, and Mom has been by the house. On the front porch in the swing was a little bag with a note on it stating: "Since you love this group so much, I bought this for you. The salesman told me that it was hard to find."
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Inside the bag? The Carpenters: Their Greatest Hits 1969-1973.
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What in the gay hell am I going to do with this thing?? This music is so sappy, it gives me cavities to even LOOK at the cover. But I can't very well take it back and exchange it. Why you ask? How embarrassing (and unbelievable) would it be taking this to some 20-something sales guy and actually uttering the words: "My Mom bought this for me." Could you die?
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Anyway...anyone want a copy? You know, just in case you feel the need to be square.
your mom is adorable! :D
tell her i said 'hello!'
I like that one Christmas carol they do. Damn, forget the name.