Mom: You know, Lyda now has phneumonia – and still has mono!
Jim: Is she still staying with her Grandma?
Mom: Yes…and you know what *I* think?
Jim: There’s no telling.
Mom (putting her face to Jim’s, smiling a sarcastic smile and an air of confidence): I think Dorothea [ed. note - The Grandmother] has Munchy disease!
Jim: Has what?
Mom: Munchy disease. By Proxy.
Jim: Do you mean Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy?
Mom: Yeah! That one!
Jim (rolls eyes)
Mom: What was that again? Munch-house?
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Susie // September 26, 2008 at 9:38 pm
Heeheee! When I saw that you’d posted, I was all, “I hope it’s Mom!” Not that I don’t love you without Mom, but you know what I’m sayin’…
I happen to have Munchy Disease, and I do live in a Munch House. It’s really very serious; tragic, even.
Squirl // September 26, 2008 at 11:41 pm
Your mom cracks me up so bad!
Joyce // September 30, 2008 at 8:54 pm
I had a friend who had Munchy Disease.
No, really!
She’d light up a few (bong) hits and the next thing you know, she’d be diving head-first into a bag of Doritos like she was looking for the Promised Land.
Apparently, salvation comes in Cool Ranch. It’s good to know these things, y’know.