Mom Keeps Getting Cuter

The sight of Mom pretending to play Beethoven’s 5th on a series of computer keyboards spread across the room… oh my…

“It was on purpose… because I basically am, like, Ellen Montgomery.” – Davy

“Can’t I have a slave collar if I want one?” – Christy to Laura, insisting that the company headphone is not a torque, but rather a slave collar.

“Why are you throwing teddy bears at me? What have I done to you … recently?” – Christy to David

“Okay. I’m leaving.” – Mom
“No, Mommy, no! Don’t leave us!” – Christy and Davy
“I’ll leave my computer with you. It will project my aura.” – Mom

“Christy has declared herself to be everybody.” – Laura
“No, she has declared herself to be as thoughtless in her speech as everybody.” – Christy

“This one says ‘You’re allowed to do nothing.’ There’s a double meaning in that.” – Davy, reading his chocolate wrapper.

“Look: in a few weeks, we’ll be gone, and a new corporate culture will arise to take our place. It’s a cycle-of-nations thing.” – Christy
“That’s so sad.” – Davy

“So Mom is the feng-shui of Tapestry?” – Christy

“She is a genius! Wisdom will die with her. Which is unfortunate, ‘cause I like wisdom.” – David, commenting on Mom.

“Oh, wow. I just wrote, ‘People of the ancient Americas, without the use of mental tools, erected magnificent temples of dressed stone.’ That needs to be metal, not mental!” – Christy