You Gotta Love My Mother

I have a job interview this week...and depending on whether I get the job or not, details could possibly be forthcoming here on my blog.

This weekend, I went to a play at a church with my mother and my aunt. Prior to the play, we all had lunch together. It was nice because it was relatively low-key and it's a rare occassion when you get my mom and my aunt and me together without Daughter. :)

So on the way to the play, we get on the subject of my interview this week. My mother asks me if I was planning to straighten my hair. At first, I'm puzzled, because it is such a RANDOM question...like, where did that come from. I reply that no, I wasn't planning on straightening my hair. I mean seriously, I can't remember the last time I did it. And I think I almost did a "What's up with that?" kind of question to my mom, just because it was such a random thing to ask me.

Then I ask her why she wanted to know. This is where I made my fatal mistake, because really, I didn't care why she asked, and I really didn't care why she thought I needed to straighten my hair.

She said it was because when I wear my hair curly (remember, in it's natural state) I look like, and I quote, "I don't care" and that it's just "so messy" and I should really try harder to look more "polished."

And then she wonders why I don't call her all the time.

I had to ask.