Thursday November 13th, 2003
Psychic Mom
So I come home from a slightly longer than usual day at work and I have a single message on my answering machine. Heads said it would be Jeanine, tails said it would be a telemarketer. They were both wrong, it was my mom. She started by asking, "Who's Jeanine?" Since my mom lives 3000 miles away and I haven't said a word about Jeanine to her I had come to the conclusion that she either recently gained psychic abilities or my brother Scott was in need of a severe beating. (While he's asleep of course, conscious he could kill me with his bare hands) Turns out I forgot to change my answering machine from Tuesday. When my mom called to talk about holiday plans she got, "Jeanine my phone went dead I didn't hang up on you, I'll call you back when I can." I told my mom the uninteresting truth that I met her while bowling with Dan and we were friends who were talking over the phone. It's weird but sometimes you have a different perspective on a relationship until you have to explain it to someone else. Hopefully tomorrow we'll start being a little more than friends, not that I want to discuss that with my mom.
