mom: hi! where are you?
me: at a bar.
mom: oh. the harp?
me: no, mcelroys. i gotta go, okay? lemme talk to you later.
mom: grandma says to have one for her.
mom: so did they fix the porch roof at the harp?
me: no. they took it off.
mom: really? so what do people do?
me: they sit outside and drink beer under the stars. mom, i gotta go! i’m at a bar!
mom: but you need shelter! what if it rains?
me: you go inside! or you stay outside and get wet and let your drinks get watered down!
mom: oh. okay.
the entire time i was on the phone with her, rob and ryan and shaun were laughing at me, and saying, “hi, dr. headley!” and “she can’t hear you nod,” because apparently i was nodding on the phone. i can’t be the only one who does that, can i? anyway, we downed one for proud mary, who comes to visit and makes the upstairs bathroom smell like a biker bar for all her clandestine cigarette smoking. she’s one crazy lady, my grandma.
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