Just before Xmas, Alex and I were driving along, locked in the same car (that coupled with the 'if I am good, I will get good loot' aspect) she was VERY chatty. We discussed 'cool mother's'
'everyone thinks she is cool'
'she wears cool clothes'
'she is more like a sister' Oh doG- spare me!!!
'she lets her kids __________" insert SO many things, start with your own personal pet hates.
'she doesn't really growl' must have some seriously good drugs then???
'Oh well,'' I said "lucky you have such a cool Mum" this was greeted by silence, then in sad 40 something desperation
"I'm cool????????"
I immediately wished I had shut up and basked in the silent glory of knowing, I AM cool, I have ALWAYS been cool and I don't need a 15 year old to validate me.
'No, Mum. Not really" came the reply in tones that you would use for breaking to someone the death of their cat. If she mentioned how cool the other Mum was I was going to pull over and chuck her out in the mean streets of South Auckland!!! Maybe even by the hair.
We drove on.
Silence stretched, we passed a house with blow up Santa sleighs on the roof and Xmas lights and 'house bling' (word I have now invented) of all description. One of the larger pieces was a blow up sleigh- Santa, Reindeer, presents and rather randomly, a penguin perched on the back of the sleigh, hanging on to Santa. It was exceptionally windy for December and the wind was catching the random penguin and making him rock back and forth, at pace, in rather a suggestive manner.
I laughed, pointed and said "Hey, check out the penguin that is humping Santa". Dead silence! Followed by a sigh and a slow turn of the head.
"Mum. You are trying too hard."
I wanted to burst out laughing, slap my leg, throw my head back and roar with laughter. Instead I chuckled with unmoving lips and used resistance exercise to tighten the muscles on my face that threatened to expose mockery.
So many things begged to be said!!!
She is darn lucky I am this cool!
'everyone thinks she is cool'
'she wears cool clothes'
'she is more like a sister' Oh doG- spare me!!!
'she lets her kids __________" insert SO many things, start with your own personal pet hates.
'she doesn't really growl' must have some seriously good drugs then???
'Oh well,'' I said "lucky you have such a cool Mum" this was greeted by silence, then in sad 40 something desperation
"I'm cool????????"
I immediately wished I had shut up and basked in the silent glory of knowing, I AM cool, I have ALWAYS been cool and I don't need a 15 year old to validate me.
'No, Mum. Not really" came the reply in tones that you would use for breaking to someone the death of their cat. If she mentioned how cool the other Mum was I was going to pull over and chuck her out in the mean streets of South Auckland!!! Maybe even by the hair.
We drove on.
Silence stretched, we passed a house with blow up Santa sleighs on the roof and Xmas lights and 'house bling' (word I have now invented) of all description. One of the larger pieces was a blow up sleigh- Santa, Reindeer, presents and rather randomly, a penguin perched on the back of the sleigh, hanging on to Santa. It was exceptionally windy for December and the wind was catching the random penguin and making him rock back and forth, at pace, in rather a suggestive manner.
I laughed, pointed and said "Hey, check out the penguin that is humping Santa". Dead silence! Followed by a sigh and a slow turn of the head.
"Mum. You are trying too hard."
I wanted to burst out laughing, slap my leg, throw my head back and roar with laughter. Instead I chuckled with unmoving lips and used resistance exercise to tighten the muscles on my face that threatened to expose mockery.
So many things begged to be said!!!
She is darn lucky I am this cool!
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