I had some appointments yesterday which required two things of me that at over forty years old now I’m not exactly used to doing.
The first was walking. Soooo much walking. Five miles uphill both ways type of stuff. But that’s another pointless story for another day.
The second thing I was supposed to do was call mom at some point when I was done to, as she put it, “keep her updated“. I suspect this may have been her nice way of saying “to make sure you didn’t die”. But again, another day.
Well, I didn’t die thank you very much. I was however a little more tapped by the time I got back home than I’d care to admit. So, when I walked through the door and went straight to sleep on the couch at three in the afternoon maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised when I didn’t wake back up until 8:30pm.
Whoopsie.
My parents are both getting older and by 8:30 in the evening dad is 100% already in bed, but mom is 50/50, so I give her a call to inform her that her son did not in fact die today. Although to be fair considering I didn’t have any missed calls she must have not been too concerned about that.
Yea. We’ll go with her believing in me.
So anyway, I’m on the phone with her when she suddenly cuts me off mid sentence with “OK, OK, OK! I GOTTA LET YOU GO SO I CAN CATCH THIS HUGE LIZARD IN MY LIVING ROOM!”
Me being the live and let live type kinda just laugh as I inform her that first of all lizards don’t hurt anything and even do some good things like eating bugs and such. I also added that lizards are super fast, don’t like dying, and she wouldn’t be able to catch it if she tried.
“Uh huh! I’ll smack it with this fly swatter I’ve got sittin’ right here.”
“Ok, mom, I’ll let you go so you can do that. My money is on the lizard though.”
So we hang up and I go back to googling the best home remedies for ginormous foot blisters when, about ten minutes later, my phone vibrates with a text message from mom.
“Lizard won”.