disturbia

conversation yesterday

me (walks into my mom's office with a work question)

waiting...waiting, because she is so intent on what she is working on the computer on, i know that she can't possibly be paying attention to me and the important thing i have to tell her.

me: "mom, i have something to ask you about"

her: (hesitating and thinking...hard) "o.k. hold on onnnnnnne second"

me: o.k.....what are you doing?

her: looking up my stripper name

me: exits the room....quickly