The mom in question is not mine, but Patrick Hughes' of Bad News Hughes, and that's the first line of the latest "Diary of Indignities." The kind of writing that makes you laugh out loud when you're alone is a treasure, even if it involves beatings, snot, blood and suburban pedophilic predators. Or maybe especially so.
Warning: if you're easily offended, pass on this one. Also, don't eat or drink while reading unless you like the feeling of things coming out your nose.
