Weekend visits with my family are never boring. It’s usually filled with exasperating looks from my dad, sass talk from my brother, and my mom…Well, anything could happen with her.
A few summers ago, Alex, Lloyd and I went up to pay them a visit. The day stated out with the normal Hinojosa behaviors: sleeping in, hanging out, then going to the Broadway Café for some soup and dinner rolls. During the early dinner at the BC, I noticed my mom was drinking coffee. She stopped drinking coffee about 5 years prior because of her high blood pressure, so this was a bit odd to me.
“When did you start drinking coffee again?” I asked her.
“I no drink too much. I just want taste lil’ bit.” she responded.
This was definitely not a just a taste. Five cups later, we left the restaurant and went home. I was relaxed and ready to watch 48 Hours when I heard the vacuum cleaner in the kitchen. My mom was furiously cleaning every nook and cranny of the kitchen.
“Looks like someone can’t handle the caffeine,” I said to my dad.
“This happens every time she just wants a taste of the coffee,” My dad replied, with his trademark exasperated look.
When 48 hours broke for a commercial, I walked into the kitchen for the typical Hinojosa nightcap: a Little Debbie Zebra Cake. That’s when I noticed my mom vacuuming Lloyd.
“What are you doing to him?!” I yelled at her.
“He have too much purr! Why you no comb him?” my mom yelled back.
(purr = fur)
Lloyd was thoroughly enjoying his vacuum massage and was annoyed when it abruptly ended.
After I got my 48 Hours murder mystery and Zebra Cake fix, I went upstairs and fell asleep immediately. There’s something about being home that makes sleeping extremely easy.
At about 2 am, I was shaken awake by my giggling mom.
“Linda, you come wit me. I need yo help,” My mom said, as she was pulling my arm to get me out of bed.
I followed her into her walk-in closet where she had been trying on her old clothes for the past hour.
“Some cloes no fit me no more. If dey fit you, you take home and wear,” she said, handing me a pair of custom made pants for a 12-year-old from Vietnam.
As we were both trying on pants at 2:30 in the morning, I noticed Lloyd standing in the doorway.
“Come here buddy!” I said as I waved him in.
Lloyd, being the curious puppers that he is, began sniffing everything in sight, including my mom.
“No Loy! Go over there! No smell my phossy!” my mom yelled as she shooed him away.
(phossy = pussy. My mom has a dirty mouth. But it doesn’t sound as bad when you say it like that.)
I didn’t really think much of this encounter between Lloyd and my mom, because this was really a typical exchange of conversation.
After we’d had enough of trying on pants and Lloyd smelling lady parts, I decided it was time to go back to bed. But first, I had to take Lloyd out again. It was a bad decision to do that wearing shorts in the middle of July. When I came back inside, I had approximately 589,000 mosquito bites on my legs. At this point, Alex was up and sitting at the kitchen table.
“What happen to you leg!” my mom yelled in a panic.
“Oh God, are those mosquito bites?” Alex asked.
My mom went into a panic and started rooting though all the drawers trying to find mosquito bite remedies. Instead, she came back wearing a bee-keepers hat with no After Bite in sight.
“Next time you go outside, you wear this one. I never got bite when I have dis.” my mom said.
“But I got bit on the legs, not my face,” I said to her.
“That hat is awesome!” Alex said. “Can I have it?”
“You see? Alex smart. He want wear hat,” She said.
When I finally did get some After Bite, Alex, Lloyd and I went back to bed.
“Why does your mom have a bee keepers hat?” Alex asked.
“For the mosquitoes, duh. Why else would she have that bee hat? It might help keep dogs from smelling her phossy too,” I said.
After I explained the impromptu fashion show and Lloyd being fresh with her, Alex pet Lloyd behind his ears, called him a pervert, and told him to stop smelling other people’s phossies. We’ve come to terms with the fact that our dog is down with OPP. Falling asleep this second time around was even easier, because not only was I home, but also because I knew I might possibly have the funniest mom on the planet.
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