I keep my toaster unplugged when I’m not using it. It’s amazing the things you inherit from your mother, and this is one of them. It’s not genetic because up until my mid-twenties I used to keep the toaster plugged in all the time like a perfect heathen, despite my mother’s constant warnings that a plugged in toaster might suddenly combust and burn the house down.
I unplug my toaster now. But it’s not because I’m afraid my toaster is going to burn down my apartment. It’s because if my apartment burns down and they find out that my toaster had something to do with it, then Mom will be able to tell me (after an appropriate amount of sympathy and consoling), “But you know, chickadee: I told you so.“
haha amazing!
It’s worked so far! My apartment hasn’t burned down, and Mom hasn’t told me so ;).
I’m cold. Put a coat on.
-Mom-ism
These and other maxims form the basis of my general conduct.
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You waited long enough for “The Mom” to post. That’s got to mean something, right?
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I know! And now she did it twice more; I must be doing something right.
Don’t forget, IT Guy – the mom is watching. She sees all – and knows all.
(And of course – she loves you all.)
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Hahahaha, you’re such a Mom. Start with the threats, end with the love.
And that is why I do not write comments.
Pretty lame.
No way! That’s exactly why you should write comments! I am all for The Mom insulting IT Guy and threatening him with your all-seeing eye.
And I was just using her as another means of making fun of you, which is totally worth a little mom shame/threat. 😛
It may even have had it’s intended effect. I just posted another blog entry. At this rate I might have as many blog posts as months in the year by 2019.