Her: mom. I think i'm pregnant.
Me: [driving] yeah? Why?
Her: I'm tired all the time and i'm gaining weight.
Me: Have you been visited by any angels of the lord?
Her: Not that i know of.
Me: Are you having sex?
Her: Wha??! EW! No. Why would you even ask that! {gagging sound}
Me: [smiling] O.K., o.k. Immaculate conception, then. You're about to produce the next messiah.... Well, you're a little older than the others but I guess it holds conceptually.
[Continuing to drive]
Her: [under her breath, looking out the window] sex?! Ew.
that's my gal.
And, no folks, she is not, in fact pregnant. Sad,because i sort of liked the idea of being the next Savior of humanity's Na-nah. ;-)
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