Well, today was no exception. As we chatted a bit on the phone, she referenced my blog, and how my sarcasm is a bit seething and how she wholeheartedly doesn't agree with some of my twitter choices in who I'm following (i.e. "those trashy Kardashian sisters and Demi Moore, Courtney? Really? She's old and creepy and married to that Ashton Kutcher, who is just sooo obnoxious...") I shake my head and tell her I'm aware of the trashiness factor and that I'm still new to the Twitter thing and to lighten up a little. I mean really, what's the point of a narcissistic invention like Twitter if you can't include a few famous people in on the deal?
And then came my favorite.
"So, I saw on your twitter that you had said something to your friend David... you mentioned how you missed him, and that you wanted to study with him?... And that you wanted him to... (and she gave a nice dramatic pause here) bring fun things over to your house?...."
"Um, yes, I guess I said something to that effect."
And then, after a moment of thought, she dropped this gem:
"Courtney," she sighed. "Were you talking about pot? Did you and David smoke pot together?Because I can see where that would maybe be a possibility. Is that the 'fun stuff' you wanted him to bring over?" (Sidenote: She pronounced the word "pot" as only a mom truly can.. you know, making sure to really annunciate the 't' sound...)
"Um, I'm sorry. I don't think I know what to say to that. Because last I checked I was 26 and poor and not prone to casual drug use..."
"Well, I mean, it just sounded a bit suspicious. You talked about bringing fun things over and what am I supposed to think?"
I wish I could have these kinds of conversations with my mom every day. I guess I won't tell her about that crack pipe I hit pretty hard earlier...
Just kidding mom. You know I love you.
And David, maybe if you didn't look like such a pot-smoking hippie I wouldn't be having this conversation.
Just kidding. I love you too. Most of the time.