Mom- "What is wrong with you? Are you going to become a crazy jailbird?"
Me- "Well, it would take care of us adopting again."
Mom- "Don't make me come up there."
Hubby laughed his head off, then got amazingly quiet. Then he said "What crime will you commit?"
So unless Lolly and Polly skip on over here and give me some ideas, I've decided to just hang on for this rollercoaster ride of adoption and stay on the straight and narrow
'Cause my issues were- I can't hurt anyone, it's not in me. I can't steal, it's just wrong. I can't do drugs or anything else like that, not my style. My poison is chocolate unless they make it illegal.
Maybe parking tickets? But I live in the country. Not a meter in sight?
Now the declared nuts, I'm thinkin' that would be an easier one to go with. I mean, 12 kids, something has gotten to have gone during the raising of all these buggers? Why not my sanity?
MOM-- we are JOKING--
something that is amusing or ridiculous, especially becauseof being ludicrously inadequate or a sham; a thing, situation,or person laughed at rather than taken seriously; farce:Their pretense of generosity is a joke. An officer with no ability to command is a joke.
Just for you mom, the definition, and really you COULD lighten up.
Love, your wayward daughter.