Yet another "they said what?" post. This time, the major doofus is none other than your loveable hostess, me!
This was the conversation between my mother and I as I drove home from work tonight. Did I say drive? It was rush hour. Silly me.
Mom: I have an appointment next Tuesday with Dr DeFillip.
Me: Hey, I have an appointment this Thursday with him, too.
Mom: Really? You never mentioned it.
Me: That's cause I just made it last week. It's at 1:00PM.
Mom (sounding confused): You did? What are you going to do with Dinker?
Me (thinking she lost her mind): Umm, she's going to school. What else would I do with her?
Mom (now sounding concerned): So you're going to the doctor in the afternoon and then picking the baby up from school?
Me: Well, yeah! I'm only going for a fitting?
Mom (shocked): A fitting?
Now I think the old woman's senility is kicking into high gear.
Me: Yes, Mom. A fitting ... for my nightguard?! The insurance company just approved it.
Mom: You're going ... to Dr DeFillip ... for a nightguard fitting?
Me (rolling my eyes): Yes, mom! For my ...
Then I stopped.
Me (sounding pretty sheepish): Oh, your going to see ... Dr DeFillip, our OB/GYN. I was thinking you meant Dr Sax, the dentist.
Mom: *she's laughing too hard to even say anything*
I don't know about you folks, but I'd be leary of an OB/GYN that moonlighted as a dentist.