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Sunday, October 25, 2009

Hilarity ensues when my mother and I both conveniently forget that I am temporarily unable to straighten my arms fully. Twice.

She warns me not to get into fights with other people, especially when it involves snatching something quickly, because I will fail, and she very happily acts out this hypothetical scenario.

She very happily (why is she so happy these days!?) showed me an article in this month's Reader's Digest (the biggest words on the cover after the name of the magazine are really sensitive and potentially offensive) about animal sounds in various countries. It was pretty interesting.

Until she decided to imitate how a Nahuatl speaker (a language in Mexico, apparently) would interpret a cat's meow (tlatzomia).

!@#%^!@*#^!@#(%!*@#$

I ♥ my mother.
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