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This is why she's getting her own blog. A conversation with my mother when she called me for the 18th time to see how I was feeling since I was home sick from work.

Me: well, I got my gift from Dad and Bonnie.
Mum: what did they get you?
Me: cookies like always and a Santa snow globe (no, my father doesn't have a clue)
Mum: does it fit?
Me: what?
Mum: does it fit? Did they buy the right size?
Me: well, I don't plan on wearing a snow globe, so I guess not.
Mum: Oh.

At this point, I thought she had figured out what I was talking about.


A few minutes later, further into the conversation, this time about my dog Biko and his new talking King Kong toy that no longer has an arm. She often goes back to other conversations without any warning.

Mum: why won't you wear a robe?
Me: I wear one every day, what the hell are you talking about?
Mum: The robe from your Dad and Bonnie, why won't you wear it?
Me: it is a SNOW GLOBE, not a robe.
Mum: a sandy colored globe, that's odd.
Me: ...no, SANTA SNOW GLOBE!
Mum: why the hell did he buy you that?
Me: what, a sandy robe made more sense?
Mum: well, at least you would wear that. You're not going to use a snowglobe, you're not a child anymore.
Me: Mother, you have a snowglobe on your nightstand.
Mum: yeah, but not a SANTA snowglobe, that's just silly.


And that is why I love her.