She accepts me for who I am.
Sometimes I call her when I'm bored at work, and say things like "YO MOMMA" and "K PAYCE" to open and close the conversation.
She usually says "Uh okay!"
She called me at work the other day to discuss what we are going to have for dinner that night.
She knows I love talking about food, what a good mother!
(As an aside, I have been watching an astounding amount of OLN and Food Network lately. I coujld live off these channels. Mantracker, Man vs. Wild, Iron Chef and Good Eats ALL DAY LONG.)
We're talking about making portobello mushroom burgers and I'm trying to convince her its a good idea.
My mother says "I don't know Larissa, I really want to but I don't have nice buns."
She's obviously referring to hamburger buns, but I'm never one to give up an opportunity:
"Come on now mom, don't be so hard on yourself," I say.
She giggles despite the fact I just kinda BA-ZING'd her.
I am pretty pro at being a daughter.
Coincidentally we did not have burgers for dinner.
HEY! What do you call two red heads in a fight?
GINGER BEEF.
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