Working from home today. Shan walks into the living room where I am sitting.
Shan: “Mom, my toilet won’t flush.”
Me: “Okay.”
Shan: “You don’t seem surprised.”
Me: “Nothing surprises me anymore. We need a well pump and my car’s all shot to heck.”
Shan (looking at the puppy lying next to me): “But you still have a dog. And a job. And dad has a job. And I haven’t dropped out of school.”
Me: “Yes, I am glad that I have a teenager with no babies or facial piercings or tattoos.”
Shan: “Oh, but I am getting a tattoo. Want me to show it to you?” (skips off excitedly to get her laptop.)
Me (muttering): “Dear – as usual – Lord.”
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