Can’t believe I almost forgot to record the classic, classic phone call between my mom and I that went down Saturday afternoon during a laundry sesh.
Mom: Eventually you’ll want to get married, Heather.
*Note: we seem to have a lot of conversations that start off with this case in point. Which is always moot because I um, let’s see, don’t have a significant other right now? Don’t ask how we get there or start with this. Only ask how we get out and onto other topics.
Me: Not unless the guy has a solid and dependable career in place, is really funny and can make me laugh, and has a great sense of style. Then we’ll talk.
Mom: Sounds like a tall order to me.
Me: A tall order?? These are not impossible things to be. What should I expect if this is ‘a tall order?’
Mom: They can’t all be Jon Hamm, Heather.
Me: I know. But I’m prepared to wait it out. I’m in no rush as you can tell.
Mom: (sighs and mumbles something incoherent under her breath)