Thursday, March 4th, 2010

The Woman is S.T. Ruggling

[My mom was in rare form when she drunk dialed me and Pete last night.]
me: Well hello there, little miss.
Mom [sounding pathetic]: Hi.
me: How hungover are you?
Mom: Genna. I’m dying.
me: You were out of control last night.
Mom: I had to put the passenger seat all the way down and I was completely out by the time we got home.
me: Good lord woman.
Mom: Guess what. We met this couple whose son is an executive producer on The Office.
me: I know, we talked about it extensively last night.
Mom: Oh. I wish I could remember what their last name was.
me: Sullivan. Do you remember calling Pete a little bitch?
Mom: WHAT!? I did not.
me: Yes you did. You were on speaker.
Mom: What did I say?
me: You told him that you and Papa thought he was a really good person and said you were happy that we were together. And then you said, 'I’m just kidding, you’re a little bitch.'
Mom: Oh. Well...he must have been acting like a little bitch.
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