People say that we look alike and talk alike. I introduced my mom to Gchat tonight and later on in the "chat" (even though she was writing essays), my mom began complaining about losing slash someone taking her nice jacket the other night at a restaurant, which may or may not have been a happy hour.
"Somehow in my normal drunken stupor it must've slipped down and I didn't notice I didn't have it when I left." - Mom
Later on in the convo...
"You lose bus passes. I lose clothes!" - Mom
Maybe we're more alike than we realize. Mierda!
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