Well, I just figured out this morning that my mother has the maturity of an eight year old. We were eating our usual Sunday morning breakfast (the only time we eat together) and my step-dad made himself some poached eggs, sure they look a little bit weird but what my mom said was weirder. So when my dad put his egg on an English Muffin my mom whispered to me, "That looks like a boobie." I almost headdesked our kitchen table but I decided against it, so I asked her how old she was and rolled my eyes at her. It did look like one but I didn't think of it until she said anything! Uggghh... that's pretty sad.
See you guys around!
Recovering
