Oh Dear
On the phone with my mother…
Me: Where are you? I can barely hear you.
Mom: I’m at the park. My man friend was upset because I he thought I was ignoring him, so I’m walking to my car now.
Me: Man friend?
Mom: Yes, I think he’s a trucker or something. He always wants to talk to me when I’m at the park. At least he’s not homeless.
Me: At least.
Oh wonderful Mary Rita!
all I have to say is “oh girls this is good what is in it” “um parrot bay”