My mom's 50th birthday is coming up, and my brothers and I wanted to do something special for her. We figured we'd buy her a trip to New York City--it's the one place she has always wanted to visit but never has--and will never plan a trip for herself because my mom is weird. She'll accrue vacation time but she won't use the vacation time (what is this parental inclination?).

Anyway, so my brothers and I have all decided to do this, but we don't know when to book the flight and hotel (we don't know about her vacation time). So, I enlisted one brother to find out on the DL. He said he'd pull Black Mamba style moves on her to get the information. We had a conversation all planned out on how to slyly obtain what we needed to know (like if she has vacation time, and when it'd come available).

So I call Black Mamba today and he's like, "She knows."

"Wha-?"

"Yeah. Mom's The Shit."

"Christ! Did you blow it?"

"Hell no! I was doing my thing and she goes, 'I'm going to New York aren't I?' and I'm all like, 'Where did you hear that?' and she says, 'I'm psychic.'"

My mother was born with a veil of skin over her face called a caul. It's a widely held Italian belief that it connotes psychic ability. I'm starting to believe it's true.

So my mom knows. None of us told her. It's crazy.

Labels: parents, psychic

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at December 7, 2006 3:39 PM  Anonymous said...

That's really awesome that you're doing that for your mom! Maybe this trip she can have some fun! Unlike Paris... :O)