Conversation with my mother (part II)
Emailed my dad the other day asking for an uncle's number that I could use as a reference for my job application. He wrote back yesterday...blah blah...your mom and I are doing fine...blah blah...going to Europe...blah blah blah...uncle's phone number...etc...THEN...I almost fell out of my chair..."Jamie just called us this morning to tell us that she has a boyfriend".......AHHHHHH my little sister has a boyfriend!!!!! I know I know she's 17, and taller than me...but but but...she's my little sister...ahhh...
Well after I composed myself and decided I would feel happy for Jamie...after all she is following after her sister's footsteps (minus the near-death part), he's 5 inches taller than her and he's white. So I decided to call home to get all the nitty gritty details.
BIG MISTAKE! ...I had just invited the much dreaded conversation...right away my mother starts..."Connie, even your little sister has a boyfriend...you'd better get crackin' " ARGH! I only wish they knew how hard it is to find a decent 6'1", near-death caucasian male...but that's not the worst part...she says there will be absolutely no moving back home if I don't marry, and she even got my dad to side with her...means I will have to do my own laundry for the rest of my life...and spend eternity collecting quarters. Dad says as long as I don't think of moving home he'll provide me with a life-time supply of laundry quarters...mom says she'll even buy me a washing machine to keep me away. Even my parents, the people who are supposed to love you when nobody else will, and always be there welcoming you with open arms don't want me...how on earth do they suppose that I will find anyone!?!?!?
...well, single old and unloved...at least I'll have clean clothes!