My Family Is Strange, But In A Good Way

My mom, as many of my friends know, is possibly the most amazing mom there is. She makes jokes, does weird dances, she accepts everything about you, and she does some really weird things.

One of my favorites is the time Amanda and I were sitting in our room in Three-Cities-Clumped-Together Land, minding our business when my mom decides that she needs to come in and disturb the peace. Amanda and I, unsuspecting victims of our mother’s humor, were always surprised at what she threw at us next, but we always loved it. We heard our mom before she entered the room, she started singing an odd chant and hopping up and down until she hopped into the room. Then we saw her and that image alone sent us into a fit of laughter; wearing only her underwear and a tank top. That wasn’t the funny part, she always wore that, it was the fact that she had given herself a giant wedgie and had her arms flapping around in front of her while she chanted and hopped around our room one time and then hopper back out into the living room to go finish watching her TV show.

It was pretty hilarious when we asked her why she did it later; she had been watching a documentary on African tribes and their ritual dances and decided that she wanted to show us how it was done (her arms were supposed to be the women’s breasts since she didn’t want to go topless in front of us, thank God) so she came into our room like that. Although, I am not sure what having her underwear wedged up had to do with any of it, but it was funny nonetheless.