A small story I forgot to tell.

[snarp]

A while back I was driving somewhere with my parents, and Mom mentioned "The Woolly Worm Festival."

Me, being negative: Does the festival get cancelled if they go extinct?

Mom: Wow, you're negative today...

Me: Have you seen any this year? I don't think I have, and I don't remember seeing them last year, either.

Mom: ...You know, I haven't. - they're not extinct, dear.

Me: We are all doomed.

Mom: Do I need to email your psychiatrist again?

Me: No, she knows, I told her. I told her we're all doomed.

We stopped for lunch, but the restaurant was crowded and loud, and I fled outside and stood under a tree for a while. I zoned out for a while, and kind of blinked back into existence when a woman at a table nearby yelled at me.

Her: - on your shirt, honey.

Me: ?

Her: There's a big woolly worm on your shirt! It climbed right up your leg while you were standing there.

Comments

[sara]

Pfahaha, "I told her we're all doomed," sounds like something my daughter would say.

[leakinglavender]

Was about to go to bed in a foul mood. Read this, giggled aloud.

Thank you.