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My Mother the Drug Smuggler

Mom: “Just calling to say goodbye. We are leaving in the morning for our trip.”

Sarah: “Ok, but who is going to take care of me?”

Mom: “You have three brothers, if you need anything call one of them.”

Sarah: “Umm, I actually have four brothers, but what if there’s an emergency?”

Mom: “Just call 1-800-Princess.”

Sarah: “Mom, come one. Seriously. I’m not playing the part of a princess, by wanting a contact number.”

Mom: “We’re taking a Princess cruise, Sarah. And before you say anything, yes, without you. Sorry.”

Sarah: “Fine… I still love you, but give the contact info to a more responsible child. Have fun and don’t forget to bring me a present, but please not from Columbia. I don’t have the bail money it would take to spring a drug smuggling mama from jail.”

Comments

  • Can’t help but wonder which brother she isn’t counting and why.

  • uhm. you just turned 32 .. right?

    – bring on the anon flame! –

  • anon: I’m sure it’s my missionary brother in Japan that didn’t make the count.

    anon: Perhaps I should have explained. When I was just a little Sarah my mom would drop me off at my grandma’s house. I had a lot of very young uncles and a marvelous motherly aunt who were around as well. I always asked who would take care of me, because I was unsure who the actual sitter would be. It turned into a joke that has lasted, yes, well into my 30s. Let me assure you, I can take care of myself, and have been doing so for a long, LONG time.

  • well your mother either forgot the brother on the mission – or Ben, who you are taking care of, not the other way around (unless you need a good deal on a timing belt).

  • That was so funny. I may have died laughing.

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