September 4th, 2004
|07:50 pm - BRAMO IS A BOT|
"BRAMO IS A BOT" was written on a cryptic Post-It(tm) note I happened to see stuck to the door of my Mom's bathroom this morning. I was over there checking up on her, since she had a bad fall that gashed her forehead open and required four stitches earlier this morning, and at some point, I happened to answer a call of nature, which is how I noticed the message.
"Mom," I asked her when I came out, "What does BRAMO IS A BOT mean?"
She looked at me a bit quizzically. "What does WHAT mean?"
"BRAMO IS A BOT. It's written on a Post-It note on the inside of your bathroom door."
She considered this for a moment. "It's probably from Taylor," she decided. "Bring it here, and I'll translate it."
Taylor, by the way, is my six-year-old nephew who just started first grade this week.
"There's another one too," I told her. "It says GAND IS A BOX."
I went and got the mysterious Post-Its and brought them to her. She squinted at them through her glasses for a few minutes, holding them out farther away, then nearer in as she examined them.
"Well, that one probably means Gandi," she said, thoughtfully. (Gandi is Mom's Maltese puppy.) "And I don't think it's BOX. I think that's BOT, too."
"Okay, so what's it all about?" I asked her.
"I ..." she paused, and looked at me helplessly. "I have absolutely no idea."
"But you SAID you could translate!" I accused her.
"Well, yes, I thought I could but ... BRAMO IS A BOT ... BRAMO ... BOT ..."
She gave a little shrug, and we both started giggling. A thought occurred to me. "You know, Taylor's always saying 'such and such is a butt. Maybe that's 'but' and not 'bot.' The o isn't quite closed really. Maybe he's trying to say 'Gramma is a butt' but doesn't quite have 'Gramma' down yet."
Mom looked at me soberly. "You could be right," she admitted.
"But if you don't mind," she went on a bit loftily, "I'd prefer to think that he was trying to say BRAMO IS A BOT."
And, well, when it comes right down to it ... who wouldn't?
Current Mood: depressed
And I just finished watching Finding Nemo for the 84 bazillionth time. "He touched the butt!"
*rolls on the floor giggling*
Oh my. * giggles *
How is your mother, sweetie??
Well, she's pretty battered and bruised. I haven't seen her today, but Dad took her out to breakfast this morning, and said she's got a pretty good shiner. There was no concussion according to the doctor at the ER, so that's good. It'll just take awhile to recover, I think.
Poor Mom. She's worried about going in to work on Tuesday, because she's the receptionist and she's the first person people see when they walk in. She said something about looking like Frankenstein, with the stitches and all.
Dad told her that when people walk in, she should just greet them with, "Friend GOOOOOD. Fire BAAAAAAD."
Which is better than Charlie's suggestion of, "My husband beats me!"
Sounds like she got off lucky.
She should tell people that if they think she looks bad, they should see the other guy. ;)
*L* cookie, thats exxactly what I tell people when they ask about my arm....
my friend mandy told me she actually BELIEVED for about 2 years that I had gotten into a barfight and knifed and that was why I had the scars... *LOL* it seemed very anticlimactic when I explained my surgery.
|Date:||September 5th, 2004 04:34 pm (UTC)|| |
How about I didnt pay my Bill, they worked me over and now I have to work reception.
*has a strange urge to scrawl "BRAMO IS A BOT" on a sticky in her office bathroom*
yes, we are starved for amusement here...
I double-dog dare you.
That is all.
*HUGS about your Mom*