Darth Vader Voice
Since I've been back in the States, My Mother has been pretty insistent on one thing: That I somehow find a way to get health insurance. I need to be insured. Now, this is pretty understandable because I am a little accident prone and I seem to have developed a number of odd food sensitives whilst I was overseas. Nothing life threatening, just things that are annoying for the moment. (But, as with any "sensitivity" or allergy, there is always the possibility of it getting worse over time. So, the giant sugar cookie at my local coffee dealer that makes me itch down my center line today may cause any number of things like restricted breathing passages and death in the future. God, I love jumping straight into conclusions.)
So, yesterday I stopped into see her before I went to get my haircut while she was at work. My Mother smiled and me and said, "Hey, since you're not working you should get on your Dad's schedule and go see the insurance agent!" She has been particularly insistent about the insurance since I've decided that I will be pursuing my PhD. studies in Buffalo. Apparently, one needs to be insured in order to go look at places to live in Western New York.
I get on my Dad's schedule and preempt the tedious federal paperwork (and reading more Laurell K. Hamilton, Jen Lancaster (Bitter is the New Black is freaking hilarious!,) or writing more Slash Fiction) to go to the office. We chat with the insurance agent and I wonder briefly why it is that I need to go to school at all and can't just get a real job (because I am a nerd and I have found my calling, that's why, bitches) and while she steps out of the room my Dad and I fall into impersonations of my Mother as Darth Vader. Luke, You Will See the Insurance Agent and things of the like. Now, if you know my Mother, she is nothing like Darth Vader. She wears pink. She likes kittens. She does need a tray to kill you. But, I whipped my Father and I into a frenzy of giggle fits with this one.
Of course, on the ride home after the giggle fits subsided, I had to have a chat with him about how I need to be more responsible with money. Why do parents always have to end things on a practical note?
