Me: But mom. They're just gloves with the fingers cut out! Like a little mouse got into your closet and nibbled on some gloves and then you found them and put them on and just as you were about to get mad, you realized they look awesome and are totally convenient!
Mom: Honey, you're getting married in august. I don't need gloves. And maybe if they were lace or something.... you know. But these are...uh...leather.
Me: Pleather, mom. Pleather. You know we don't wear leather in my house.
Mom: Why are there so many buttons?
Me: Cause there are.
Mom: And what are these goggle things? They won't fit over my glasses.
Me: UGGGGHHHH. Mom. They're steampunk goggles. You don't actually have to wear them OVER your eyes. Just on top of your head!! Like your piloting a clanker and need to be prepared to protect your eyes from any on coming debris from the enemy air ships you are about to shoot down!!!
*crazy eyes*
*machine gun arms *
Mom: I have no idea what you're talking about. What do cankers and pleather have to with you getting married?
Me: OH my GOSH it's like I never even SHOWED you rock n' roll bride.
Mom: Can we just go back to talking about your joint pain?
Me: *airplane arms* Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewww pew pew pew pew pew pew MUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrr


ML said...

oh man, last time i visited your blog i really couldn't get past the wrinkly puppy (no joke, i pretty much mass emailed the people who love me most in life and told them i had found the cure to the blues and world wars and probably the common cold, too). but i just spent some serious time with you (r blog) miss holly and i think i'm in love.

your mom is going to look super cool.

Holly said...

Thank you!
She totally will.
I'll dedicate an entire post of wrinkly puppies just for you(well...and for me too).