Stopped by my mom's studio apartment today to drop off a few grocery items. It's warm here; I'm in a t-shirt and cropped pants. Mom's last words to me as we exit together through her tiny kitchen's sliding glass door.
Mom - "Ohhh... It's so cold!"
[74 degrees outside.]
Mom - "I haven't given you your new coat!"
[Shaking my head; roasting.]
Mom - "You're cold."
...Wait for it...
Mom - "Come, let me give you the coat. Now that I'm not fat anymore, it's too big."
[Now, I'm hot and mad.]
Me - "Bye, Mom. I love you."
[Car engine starts.]
Me, in my head - "Grrrr"
* Reason Number One why NOT to video record life as I know it.
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