My mom can be the funniest person in the world just by trying to act mean.
Today after church, my mom made up a new rule:
No touching, hitting, kicking, slapping or even making eye-contact on the Sabbath.
I killed that rule by touching my mom, and she blew up.
For 5 minutes I was screaming around the house with my mom in hot pursuit, her fists clenched and ready for a punch and a swift kick. I ran and threw myself onto the couch as my tiny 5 ' 2" tall petite mother lunged at me like she was playing the ultimate game of ninja assassin. She threw punches while I just laughed with tears rolling down my face. She called me "Poop" many times and I laughed harder. I ran out to the car while she was pulling out of the garage and tried to pry open the door, but instead had to run back inside screaming from my mom who had put the car into drive and was coming at me quickly.
So I sit here now, writing this blog, with a smile on my face and with my sides still hurting, because my mom can be the best person in the world.
Just by trying to act mean.
love you mom!
haha.....that's a cool creepy face that i have...
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