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:
Awe, the things we do and put up with for love! And life!
Well, she does have a point.....
oh my,your big bitchy sounds a bit like my little bitchy..I think I just saw a glimpse into my future.♥
They all at the age kind of sound the same, don't they?
Take care,
Sue
well there is that...smiles...
I HEAR that. Unfortunately.
She nailed that one. The things we put up with.
Yep. Don't even try to win! Life without a daughter must be boring indeed.
She's right...we love them eye rolls and everything!
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