my mum: We’re all going to hell together. me: We’re not going to hell now, we’re safe here. We’re all together and it’s nice here. my mum: This is hell. me: Tell me what you grew in your garden? my mum: In hell? me: In Ohio, you had a beautiful garden and you grew lovely roses. my mum: Oh the roses were my favorite, red and pink and yellow roses…
my mum: “I watch the movie “The Pretty Girl” (Pretty Woman) every night, I’m always happy that they stay together at the end, they dated such a long time.”
my mum: “Why didn’t you tell me you got married?” me: “Well, I’ve been married for 31 years mum.” my mum: “I would remember that, if that were true.” me: “Oh, well, I’ve been really busy, I forgot to mention it.”
me: “Why is your garbage can out mum?” my mum: “Because it’s Friday and that’s when the garbage people come.” me: “Today is Thursday, mum.” my mum: “Today is Friday, Sylvia” me after pausing and realizing she’s 100 percent correct: “Yes, today is Friday mum, you’re right.” my mum: “I’m always right.”
on our way to the store, my mum: “Who sings this song?” me: “Johnny Cash” my mum: “Is he still alive?” me: “No, he’s not.” my mum: “Oh, that makes me so sad”.
on our way home from the store, my mum: “Who sings this song?” me: “Johnny Cash” my mum: “Is he still alive?” me: “Yes, he’s alive.” my mum: “I wonder what he’s doing right now?” me: “I wonder too.”