I recieved a call from my mother the other night that went like this:
Mom: Is your husband home?
Me: No. He just left work and is on his way home.
Mom: Oh. (pause) So, how do you feel about squirrels?
Me: (pause) They are okay I guess ... why?
Mom: I have one in my living room.
Me: How are you going to get it out?
Mom: I thought you could come over for moral support!
Me: Where is your son?
Mom: Can you just come over?
Me: Yeeesssss.
Mom: Bring a broom.
Me: Would you like me to bring Jimmy's safety goggles?
Mom: Don't be a smart ass.
Me: Can't help it.
Mom: Hurry up, I'm sitting here with the door wide open with my coat and hood on.
Me: Why the hood?
Mom: In case he attacks my head
Me: LAUGH!
Mom: Oh shut up!
Me: I'll be right over.
P.S. No squirrels were harmed in this story, this little guy managed to make his escape through an open window!
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