(Mother, preparing for her sermon on Saturday night)
Mother froze on stage this morning. She was delivering a sermon at a church in Boston and suddenly forgot what city I was living in, instead she said, "My son flew back from California and my daughter from ... from ... from ... (and this point, her friends and I start snickering in the back pew) uh... Johns Hopkins." You could say that she panicked in the moment. You could also say that even now, I'm not sure that she knows where I live. It took her awhile to acclimate to the fact that B'more is south of Boston.
(defending the integrity of her Costco-bought giant bottle of sangria)
Mother: Your Father and them don't like it, they think it tastes weird, but I think it's great.
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