Guns & Books
I am worthless at communicating. I leave important facts out, or over-communicate by telling long stories that have nothing to do with the topic at hand. Today, when I called my mom, I discovered my poor communication skills are genetic and come from her.
“Mom what are you doing?”
“Your dad is going to the gun show.”
“Um.. I said what are YOU doing.”
“Nothing.”
“Well where are you?”
“I’m almost to Bangerter Highway.”
“Oh, where are you going?”
“Nowhere. Your dad is going to the gun show remember?”
“So then you are going to the gun show with dad?”
“No.”
“Mom, you’re in the car with dad who is going to the gun show, but you’re not going. That doesn’t make sense.”
“Your dad is going to the gun show. I’m going to sit in the car and read a book.”
I usually feel like the loony one in my family, but not today. Sitting in a car, reading a book in the dead of winter sounds way crazier than anything I’m doing today. Which is nothing. So I’d better shower and go rescue my mother from a four hour wait in the car. Because, that dear Internet, is what good daughters do–they save lives. I imagine I’ll win a medal for such a brave, selfless act.
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to the rescue you go. the downside is you’ll have to put on pants.
Don’t you know how rare it these days is to find an excuse to just sit and read an hour in your favorite book?
Either that or write a book. We have stories put aside for when we desperately need money, and then we’re writing a tell all that hopefully, someone will pay us not to publish:)
You definitely earned your Good Daughter Wings today.
sounds exactly like the conversations I get out of my own mother.
So… why couldn’t your dad just take the car to the gun show, and your mom could sit home and read her book in warnth and comfort? Ne comprend pas the rural way of life.