Tonight, while at my coworker David's house to watch the season premiere of RuPaul's Drag Race (halleloooooo!), my mother called his cell phone and left a voice mail that went a little something like this:
"Oh, hi, Mary? You left this number in case of an emergency. Well, could you call home when you get this and help me & your dad figure out the VCR? The nuns are here and want us to tape that show about the Pope on Frontline for them."
David laughed 'til he almost cried and said, "Most people exaggerate when they talk about their parents, but now I see that you haven't."