Moms say the darndest things

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My mom is always saying things that crack me up, though not necessarily on purpose. Yesterday was a great example. I was singing for her a couple of songs over the phone that I was considering for an audition, and she asked me,

“Can you sing it a little faster, since it’s acapulco?”

To which I replied (with enormous laughter on each side of my response),

“Um, mom, I think you mean a capella, and suddenly I’m not so sure I should be taking musical advice from you!”

I love you, silly mommy!

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Lisa is a grateful, born-again follower of Jesus Christ who has spent her adult life on the Gospel in several global contexts. She is the wife of one wonderful, jungle-gym of a man, who is to her the single most ravishing piece of flesh on planet earth (stolen good-heartedly from Christine Caine). She is a dedicated home educator to their four beautiful children, ages 6 to 12, whom she would be happy to gush over any time. She is an avid reader and a storyteller, an aspiring writer, a missionary to the nations and a singer of His praises, a loyal friend, an obsessive-compulsive Googler, and comedienne extraordinaire on her best days. She would also like to think that she is a loyal and loving, truth-telling friend.
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2 Responses to Moms say the darndest things

  1. Nadia says:

    Thank the Lord for moms – we’d life & enjoy life a less without them. I strive to be a source of humor for Caden. Love ya Lisa J. n.

  2. Grandpa $ says:

    That same scenario is in my “Anguished English” book.

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