comical email exchange with my mother, this AM

[flea]

She: I have a big committee meeting at noon today, and I am all ready and prepared.
me: What are you wearing?
She: Why do you want to know what I am wearing? I am wearing my grey silk nightgown with the floral topper over it since your brother is staying over.
me: What are you wearing TO THE BIG COMMITTEE MEETING, silly!

I came home from work early because I felt so terrible. I have had a headache all day long, that nothing I've taken has touched. It's in the back of my head and behind my eyes, and when I walk my head throbs at each step and pain radiates down my back. Paranoia is saying meningitis, except I think the back pain is muscular, but this could end any time now, thanks.

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[brendalu.livejournal.com]

Feel better. That sounds just awful.

Also, hah. I would totally have that conversation with my dad. Excepting the nightgown, I hope.

Though his real trick is mishearing normal things as totally outlandish things, and not blinking an eye. So it'll go:

me: "Hilary's picking me up from the train tonight."
him: "Hilary's porcupining her toe?"

and he's not kidding. That's what he really thinks you said.