I walk in looking like the morning after, and I see my mother on the couch. I want to tell her about my eventful night but it will have to wait. She is on the phone, coaching her ex into his new relationship. She’s staring straight ahead the whole time she talks and her eyes are glazed over like a dead person. Classic Bobbie.
"I'm just about to finish watching this movie. The scenes in it are just... god."
I'm now interested in which movie my mother is worshiping this week. Could it be The Secret Life of Bees? The Ya Ya Sisterhood? Anything starring Angelina Joulie?
The movie is about a woman who is French and has to take care of her oppressive ill husband and she is just so drained of life and love that she can't barely walk through a field of daffodils. (gag) The production quality is that of a movie you would be able to rent only from an old public library and the woman in the movie dresses like a Shaker. She hasn't gotten any in years so she gets off to watching Lumberjacks chop wood. And likes to examine herself naked.
"So, are you just ridiculously depressed and sexually frustrated? So much so that you're going to sit around all day watching what looks to me like some opus dei forgein porn?"
"Yes. Yes I am"
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