And the laughs keep going...

I haven't talked to my mom in a while as she's been in the Philippines since mid-February. She got back last Friday and due to food poisoning and jet lag, she wasn't very sociable. Today, she feels a lot better and called to chit chat. The conversation was short, and we talked about her trip and how the family back in the Philippines is doing. We said good bye and hung up.

A few minutes pass and she calls me back. I figured it was because she forgot to tell me something. The following conversation was nothing at all I could ever imagine...

The Polka Dots Situation

Mom: I need to ask you something, but don't tell RJ.

me: Okay, what?

Mom: Something happened this morning.

me: Okay...

Mom: I thought he was wearing a robe because I saw this thing with polka dots. But it's not a robe, it's a shirt. I asked him why is he wearing polka dots? He said, "To freak you out."

me: [at this point, I'm laughing so hard, I'm crying. All this while I'm still in the office.]

Mom: Is that funny?

me: Yeah, that's freakin' hilarious!

Mom: So, it's nothing to worry about...?

me: No. He's not the first son you've had to wear polka dots. I'm pretty sure Bud and Jon have worn polka dots too.

Mom: Do you know the shirt I'm talking about?

me: No...maybe. I think it's his Comme des Garcons shirt.

Mom: He was wearing it with a pink tie.

me: And?

Mom: I like a pink tie, but with a polka dot shirt?

me: It's fine.

[Now, the thing about my mom is when she tells a story, she has to repeat it a few times to fully digest the details. During the third time she re-told the story, she said that she wasn't wearing her glasses and that RJ wasn't actually wearing the shirt, it was on his bedroom floor.]

Mom: When he answered "To freak you out," I didn't know how to respond. It did freak me out.

me: [still giggling and tearing up] Seriously, Mom, that's pretty brilliant of him. That was the best response he could've had.

Mom: So I didn't say anything. But I made a mental note to ask you about it.

me: I don't know why you worry about him. Everyone has their limits. Polka dots is not one of them. Do you remember his friend, Rob?

Mom: The Filipino guy?

me: Yeah, that's the one. He was just ripping on him for buying Marc Jacobs rain boots that has a pink liner and pink soles. For RJ, that's his limit. He's been calling him Roberta because he can't believe Rob is wearing shoes with pink soles.

Mom: Okay, I won't worry about it. Don't tell RJ, okay?

me: I won't.

Mom: I don't want him to become sensitive to this.

[The End]

Okay, so here's the thing. My mom freaks out over EVERYTHING. And seriously? How can I NOT tell RJ about this?

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program for this brief update.

It has been a while since I've done anything here. I haven't even gotten a chance to scan in any pictures. I know, I fail at life. Today, RJ has me in stitches. Edited for relevancy, of course.

Seizing the Day(s) @ Ikea

me: hey, could you do me a huge favor? ok, not that huge, but a favor, nonetheless

RJ: ?

me: if i don't make it down there this weekend, can you go to ikea for me and get this stockpot? http://info.ikea-usa.com/seizethedays/ $10 + tax is a price that you can't beat

RJ: word, ikea always has eye candy
usually sirius relationship eye candy

me: as in, they're in sirius relationships? or they're candidates for sirius relationships

RJ: they're in
cuz they're shopping with their roomate bf
does this come with the crab legs?

me: i wish!

RJ: I'm putting this in my google calendar with a reminder alarm

me: ok
sunday, sunday, sunday

RJ: whoa free breakfast!

me: right?
Sent at 2:59 PM on Monday

me: would it be too much to add the droppar jars too? 99 cents a piece is also a good deal, and i need a couple

RJ: I saw those too

me: ok, so if you can add 2 14 oz droppar jars to my order, i'd appreciate it

RJ: k

me: also, add a 61 oz jar too, and that's it
Sent at 3:09 PM on Monday

me: also, just to remind you, ikea charges for bags now
so bring your own
and don't break my jars
or maybe they'll fit in the stockpot?

RJ: I dunno if any of my bags won't make it look like I'm shoplifting

me: you don't have to bag them, but i didn't know if you would feel awkward carrying around 3 jars and a stockpot
but they should fit inside
remember the capacity, because i want the 61 oz one, and if they're out, they're out
oh shoot, the jars are only available on saturday
wth
i hate that
do you mind?

RJ: maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

me: lulu will massage your shoulders...

RJ: no she won't
did pandy teach her something?

me: she will! you have to sit on the floor and she's up on the couch
she kneads with her paws, she knew that way before pandy ever came along
free breakfast?
at ikea?
come on...

RJ: lulu jumping on my shoulders from 5 ft above would not create the necessary force
I'd be like "what was that? spider?"

me: you would not be saying that

RJ: yes I would, and fobby too!
Sent at 3:19 PM on Monday