My mother, the nut job...
Ok so maybe I should be more sympathetic towards the woman, after all, she's 75, blind in one eye and speaks broken English. (Even though she's been married to my Dad for 54 years.) Sometimes, though, you just gotta call it like ya see it.
She is nuts.
Lemme explain...
Tonight I told her that I had made up my mind to move to LA and pursue a, not quite mid-life, career change and take a shot at becoming a screenwriter. Here's the conversation...
Mom: What? A scream writer?
Me: No, Mother, a screenwriter. They write movies.
Mom: So, you're going to be a writer?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Well, you got it from me.
Now, that doesn't sound too wacky does it? After all, writing is an inherited trait/talent. Right?
The thing is... I'm adopted.
posted by writergurl @ 10/04/2005 02:07:00 AM
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4 Comments:
Maybe she's taking credit for all the Sylvia Plath she read to you when you were 3.
Your gess is as good as mine.
But, my mother wouldn't know Plath if Sylvia were to rise from her watery grave and bite Mom in the ass.
LMAO, I have an adopted brother, and I think that is something MY mother would say.
She sounds like a whack job, but then again- who's mother doesn't?
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