Yesterday, I was at my boyfriend's. It was dinner time, and we were making pizza for ourselves. His mother, was baking a potato in the microwave. It beeps. His mother, Donna, enters the kitchen. Will, my boyfriend, adamantly tells his mom about her potato, pointing at the microwave...Tags: boyfriend
"Mom, mom! Your potato is done! See?"
"Mom, your potato, see? Your potato... your potato."
"It's done. Your potato."
Donna: "Blinks and Stares"
Will pretty much says the same thing over and over for about a minute. Then his mother makes a fist at him.
Me: Um honey, I think she gets the point.
And then the slapping/tickling begins.
Will: Ow... Mom! Your potato! Ow you are hurting me. See? She's abusing me!
Donna: You little- *Yells insults*
Time passes as the Cunningham's get into a round of silly bickering and slapping.
Donna: *pinches the potato* It's not done.
Will: Mom your potato isn't done.
Donna: Oh my god, shut up!
Me: Honey, is our pizza done yet?
Will: *Checks" Nope
Donna: Bill, your pizza isn't done yet! Bill!
Will: Your a.... fanny.
Donna: That was mature.
Will: Hey, it's the proper term....
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