I called my dad just now to see what he wanted last night, when I was busy watching True Blood and seeing who was going to shit themselves first, me or the dog (aren’t you glad you come here at lunchtime? God.). Anyway, so I call my dad back and he does not answer. I roll to voicemail.
It’s my mom’s voice, saying in the most disgusted, jealous tone–“Hello, you’ve reached the voicemail of [my dad]. He can’t come to the phone right now because he’s busy doing absolutely nothing.”
Bwah ha ha ha ha.
I swear, as my mom gets older, she’s getting this snarky streak that kind of tickles me.