another story about my mom:

when i was in my early teens i had a penchant for accidentally destroying things...it got to the point where i'd walk into our living room and the pictures would fall off the wall. so one day i was sitting at the kitchen table, probably going through one of those 2nd grade level handwriting books my mom used to force me to fill out (up through high school), when she walked by carrying a big tray of muffins and dropped them all on the floor. naturally when she spotted me sitting innocently at the kitchen table she started yelling at me and (probably) made me go outside to pick up sticks in our backyard (we lived in a forest).

the moral: thought i forgot about that one, didn't you, mom? =)

well, now that it's been confirmed that my parents read this somewhat regularly, i'm gonna have to tell embarrassing stories about them.

when i was in junior high (i think), for christmas one year my sister and me bought our mom a cat-in-the-hat beanie; it was a regular beanie with a big cat-in-the-hat figurine protruding from the front of it like a horn...we gave it to her as a joke but she wore it to and from her job on wall street everyday. this encouraged me to look for fubu gear to get her next year, unfortunately i couldn't get my hands on any. this past winter break, i left my puffy blue-black jacket that i got at foot locker at my parents' house in philly by accident, and my mom told me my dad's been wearing it around. i wonder if he wears it over his favorite outfit, dark green corduroys and blue flanel shirt with black splotches.

the moral: now you see where i get my fashion sense from?