my mother is crazy. what else is new.

so i reminded my mother just now that i was going up to berkeley on friday for the john mayer concert and to stay over at deb's apartment. but she had forgotten and told me that she made an appointment for that afternoon. so i'm like, oh well that's okay i can leave in the morning. but then i realize, oh you'll need someone to watch after the kids when you're at your appointment won't you. but then she says, no no, that's not the problem. she then goes on to tell me that the appointment was actually for me. she made an appointment for me to see a psychic.

a psychic.

yes, you read that right. my mother wants me to see a psychic. she's actually already seen the psychic. but she told me that the psychic wanted "to see my face." what kind of a psychic is this? now i've never been to a psychic but since when do psychics tell your future just by looking at your face? oh, well, i suppose mine's pretty easy. "you have a unique type of face that i like to call ugly. i foresee that you will continue to look ugly. as a result of your ugly face, i predict that you will be a spinster for the rest of your life because no man will ever want to get near something that ugly."

anyway. i don't know what else to say. except that my mother is crazy. and what else is new.