Mommy Dearest

I visited the folks this past weekend and ended up painting their living room and arranging (de-cluttering) my mom’s china cabinet. Here’s how that went:

Me: Mom, there’s no room in here, can I move some stuff?

Mom: Oh yeah, do whatever. I don’t need these (takes out some glasses). I don’t use this (takes out a dish). Just throw it out (goes to get me a box).

Half an hour later the box is full of crap – a broken ice bucket lid, a “#1 Turkey” mug, basketball motif wine glasses (???). Even still the china cabinet is still pretty full, but now has a wee bit of breathing room.

Mom: (starts going through the box) Don’t you think I could use this as an ashtray?

Me: You don’t smoke.

Mom: I’m just saying…