My family *waves hands*

[paraka]

So, before dinner I was sitting with my family. My sister was telling us one of her friends got a job crushing rocks.

Sister: Blah blah. Big rocks, little rocks. Blah, blah.

Mom: Oh! There's this city!

Me: You're just trying to change the subject from rock crushing.

Mom: No! It's related. There's this city, Ber...

Me: Berlin?

Mom: No, it's a city in the desert.

Me: *thinks of Las Vegas and similar* There are famous cities in the desert that start with "Ber"?

Mom: Yes! You know! The city in the desert that starts with B!

Dad: Dubai?

Mom: Yes! That one! They're building a huge building there!

Me: *tries to relate that to rock crushing and admits that at least there was a B in the name...*

Oh Mom.

Comments

[queenbarwench]

My mother tells stories like that. It's a good thing that I usually understand her when she's talking about "the thingy with the whatsit" and other such mysteries. Dad never has a clue what she means.

[paraka]

My mom does the same thing! I'm much better at the "thingy with the whatsit" type conversations than the "what's the place/person/thing-I've-never-seen-or-heard-about" ones :P