my phone just rang for the first time in roughly 29 days. it was me mamala.

“what’s the currency of india?”
“what?”
“what’s the currency of india?”
“umm, i dunno.”
“damnit, what good are you? we thought out of everyone you would know.”
“hang on, i’ll look it up.”
“ok then call me right back.”
“mom, i’m looking it up right now.”
“it’s the rupee.”
“a ruby?”
“a RU-PEE.”
“a ruby?”
“rupee, mom, rupee. R-U-P-E-E.”
“ohhh, a rupee.”
“why did you want to know?”
“we’re just watching the olympics and some guy here at the bowling alley wanted to know.”
“umm, ok. now you know.”
“and you do too!”
“goodnight mom.”

now darling ones, do you understand why i’m so weird?