Oh, parents.
Jun. 14th, 2009 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seidskrattiI was in the kitchen, mixing up dough for my first attempt at gluten-free sugar cookies (actually, my first attempt at sugar cookies ever, but I love the cheap store-bought kind. In fact, they're totally the reason I tested the whole celiac thing by OD'ing on gluten a few months back) when I heard my mom's voice from her bedroom. My parents usually go to bed early, but they'd been up later with company over. Still, they'd been in bed for a while, but I suppose she'd heard me up and moving around still.
"Hey Alex," she called.
"...What?"
"Come here, I've got something to ask you." Her tone was pretty serious, so I was a little worried. I love my parents, but we're not on the best terms about everything, and I'm really bad about talking about things with them.
With a sinking feeling, I approached their bedroom. "Yeah?" I asked, trying not to peer too hard into the darkness. The German Shepherd glared.
"If you're speaking lolcat, would OMG be OMCC?"
"...I love you, mom."
"I love you too."
"Goodnight, mom."
"Goodnight, Alex."
And you wonder where I get it from.
"Hey Alex," she called.
"...What?"
"Come here, I've got something to ask you." Her tone was pretty serious, so I was a little worried. I love my parents, but we're not on the best terms about everything, and I'm really bad about talking about things with them.
With a sinking feeling, I approached their bedroom. "Yeah?" I asked, trying not to peer too hard into the darkness. The German Shepherd glared.
"If you're speaking lolcat, would OMG be OMCC?"
"...I love you, mom."
"I love you too."
"Goodnight, mom."
"Goodnight, Alex."
And you wonder where I get it from.
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Date: 2009-06-15 05:36 pm (UTC)How'd the cooking making go?