"Did you call me?" I asked
"Yes, I did," she replied. "I left a voicemail."
"Well, what did you say?"
"Just listen to the voicemail."
And we hung up.
Uh, ok. Weird. So I waited for the voicemail to pop up on my phone. And waited. And waited and waited and waited. Just when I was about to call her back and make her tell me what she said, the voicemail showed up on my iPhone (greatest invention EVER, with fire coming in a distant second).
My mom greets me and then identifies herself by saying: "this is your mother." Yeah, thanks Mom. Because I had no idea it was you, seeing as how I haven't heard that voice at least once a week for the last, well, let's just say over thirty years. I'll bet the entire internet two hundred and fifty thousand dollars that my mom just replied "yeah, WAAAYYY over." She's a charmer, that one.
Really, both my parents a pretty quirky. For instance, they always split things at meals. Like the world might end if one of them ate an ENTIRE piece of fruit or drank a whole soda at lunch.
"Honey, do you want to split this Dr. Pepper?" my dad will ask.
"Sure. Do you want to split an apple with me or an orange?" my mother will answer. Then later, before dinner she'll ask my dad: "Honey, do you want half of this beer?"
"Yeah, I'll take half that, sure," he'll respond.
Then, after dinner, they'll fight about who will clean up. And I don't mean they throw down and argue, accusing the other of never doing things around the house, I mean, they fight because they each WANT to clean up.
"No, Bob. You sit down and read your paper."
"No, I'm happy to clean up."
"I can do it. It's fine."
"Joyce, sit down and relax. I'll clean up."
"No no, honey. Don't you want to watch your news shows?"
It's seriously twisted.
But getting back to my mom's message. I guess she had just read my last blog entry, because she said,
"This is your mother. And I think you're incredible, too."
Thanks, Mama. I love you, too.