But. I’m going to anyway. 🙂
I just had lunch with my mom and one of her coworkers (hooray for mexican food on a bitterly cold day!!!), and as we were settling up the bill, my mom pulls out her Hawaii ID card (which she can use to get discounts, since they own a house there). I look it over, turn the card over and discover …. are you ready for this?!?!?!
MY BROTHER IS HER EMERGENCY CONTACT.
My brother.
Who hasn’t answered his phone for the last month.
Who may or may not be coming home for Christmas.
Who she has to beg to see.
MY BROTHER IS HER EMERGENCY CONTACT!!!
Can you freaking *BELIEVE* that?
I CANNOT.
I already warned her I’m not going to let this go for a really, really long time. I am capable of a very extended memory on such things. She knows it, too, and just muttered to herself as this realization dawned on her, “Oh, shit.”
MY BROTHER IS HER EMERGENCY CONTACT. Un-friggin-believable.