The best way I can describe my relationship with my mom is by quoting something she asked me when she called last week. “Chris, Do you know that you’re not suppose to put peanut-butter in the fridge? You put it in the pantry, but you don’t put jelly in the pantry after it has been open. You know that, right?” Yes mom, I have figured that out.
My mom stopped by to do a week worth of laundry she had from staying at the veterans hospital in Ann Arbor. She has been going through chemotherapy because she has ovarian cancer. She was waiting in her car outside of my apartment when I got back from my Culture on the Holocaust class at EMU. She looked good. I was worried because I have heard some rough stuff about chemotherapy.
We had some time to kill and it was around lunchtime so I told her I would take her out for lunch. We went to the Golden Wall. My friend Ben Miller works there and it’s walking distance from where I live.
When Ben was taking our order my mom smiled at Ben and told him he has really nice eyes. Ben smiled back and said someone elses mom had told him the same thing. When Ben left my said Ben looks really friendly and like a person you can easily trust. She was still smiling as she told me that but then started to frown. Then she said, “Unlike that beedy eyed bastard George W. Bush.” I am not sure if she clinched her fist but I could picture her doing it.
When I went to grab something to eat before my 7:00PM class I had found that someone had put their peanut butter in the fridge. It was probabley Jason Voss that put it there.