The Funny Side of Living Across the Street from Your Mother

Suzanne Uncategorized

My daughter is at home, putting stamps on her wedding invitations (a project that has taken over the dining room table). She is gazing out the living room window as I telephone her after dropping my son at baseball. (Note to reader: Honey is my 80-year-old mother’s nickname.)

Me: “How’s it going, Linz?”

Lindsey: “Good, I’m just about done. Uh oh…oh no…oh dear!”

Me: “What? What happened?”

Lindsey: “Honey is backing out of the driveway. Oh no! Uh oh!”

Me: “And…?”

Lindsey: “Be careful, Honey! O-o-o-o-o-h n-o-o-o-o-o…” (her voice trails off)

Me: “Lindsey, what just happened?!”

Lindsey: “Honey just backed into our garbage cans.”