I’m going to borrow my rowing instructor’s mother again for a post. Why? Well, because she has a great mother to borrow for good stories!
If you recall – she gave us “All These Little Black Bugs” in December 2012, if you don’t recall – go back and give it a read!
So folks – here we go….
Mother calling daughter at work – Can you come over tonight on your way home from work?
Daughter – Sure mom, why?
Mom- Well, there is something beeping in the house.
Mom- Yes, I think maybe my phone is going dead or something, but it’s not on the base and I can’t find it.
Daughter- Ok, it’s tax season, so I may be a bit late, we’ve been busy.
Mom- That’s ok, it’s doesn’t beep all the time, just every couple minutes.
It is now later in the day and my instructor is at her moms house after work.
Mom- Just listen, it will go off soon. I think it might be in the kitchen.
BEEP! It only takes that one beep for the daughter to know exactly what it is…
Daughter- Um, mom?
Did you heat something up in the microwave for lunch earlier today and forget about it??
Ha- I bet you thought it was the smoke detector, didn’t you? Nope – far cuter than that –don't you just love her mom? Me too, and I don’t even know her!