12/13/11

Today, Bitchy was the new black.



I was driving Bitchy back to her apartment tonight after an exciting afternoon of doing her LAUNDRY and I might have brought up the subject we never seem to discuss; her grades.


“So, how are your finals?”


“My finals aren’t cumulative, so it’s fine.”


“But how are your grades?” I asked, tentatively.


“The usual.  Mom, why do you ask?  You don’t really care.” She said in the kind of voice that reminded me about why I might have dubbed her Bitchy in the first place.


“WHAT? Of COURSE I care.  What are you talking about?”




“Oh shush, mother.  I meant that you love me anyway.  Basically, you’re just happy I’m alive.”




And she NAILS the ending.    (again.) 

9 comments:

Hollywood Farm Films said...

Awe, the things we do and put up with for love! And life!

Gigi said...

Well, she does have a point.....

Anonymous said...

oh my,your big bitchy sounds a bit like my little bitchy..I think I just saw a glimpse into my future.♥

Sue said...

They all at the age kind of sound the same, don't they?

Take care,
Sue

Brian Miller said...

well there is that...smiles...

Maggie May said...

I HEAR that. Unfortunately.

Mya Maternity said...

She nailed that one. The things we put up with.

Wsprsweetly Of Cottages said...

Yep. Don't even try to win! Life without a daughter must be boring indeed.

Gina said...

She's right...we love them eye rolls and everything!