Me: "So how's your weather today?"Mom: "It's actually, ah, going to be seventy today."
Me: "{strangled cry of pain} That's...nice."
Mom: "But we go away next week, and it's only going to be in the sixties here while we're gone."
Me: "Ah."
Mom, desperately trying to change the subject: "So I've been thinking about what I want to get you for your thirtieth birthday."
Me: "MOM!"
Mom: "I know it's a few years away, but I need to start saving now."
Mothers: They always know how to make you feel better that your weather is crap.
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