My Mum!
I've already told you about my mum in previous QOTWs - the wardrobes through the window incident, telling me that the baliffs kicking the door down were Jehovah's Witnesses, etc.

But what really gets me about her is that she is a bit vacant.

Like when she voted UKIP to stop immigrants coming into the country. Even though her first husband is an immigrant and her son (me) is the son of an immigrant.

Or when the boiler broke down in the house whilst she was pregnant, one week from due date. She decided to fix it, despite the fact that midway through the task her waters broke and she should really have been calling my stepdad at work to take her to hospital. Still, at least the house was warm when my baby bro turned up!

Or when she dyed her hair gold for a works Christmas do and had the inevitable green tinge in her hair for about a month later.

Or when, in her punk phase, she got all her David Bowie records into a pile in the garden and torched them, because she didn't want to 'listen to that hippy bullshit anymore'.

I love my mum.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Sat 7 Jul 2007, 17:55, Reply)