Saturday, June 18, 2011

Mom: What is it you want me to bring over?
Me: Clothes, my hairstraightener, hair curler, my stuff. 
Mom: Okay, I can see your hair stuff right now. 
Me: Call me before you come over. 

Six hours later:

Mom: I can't find your hair stuff, I'm just going to give you the money to buy new ones. 

My mother has become a chronic liar. 

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