My friends always tell me that I’m brutally honest. I don’t bite my tongue when it comes to telling you what’s on my mind. Sometimes that’s a good thing, sometimes that’s a bad thing. I think I inherited that trait from my mom.

This evening, mom was reading our local newspaper and when she started perusing the obituaries, she said to me, “Umph, this is so sad.” I said, “What’s sad?” She replied, “A set of 1 day old twins died.” To which in turn I replied, “Awwww, that is sad.” She said, “No, that’s not the sad part.”

So now I’m like, “How can that not be sad? Losing a child has got to be a terrible thing.” She replied, “The sad part is that the twins were named Mar’Quarium and Mi’Zarium.” *blank stare* Now here’s the kicker, mom then said, “It’s a good thing they didn’t live long enough to find out that they had such fucked up names.”

At this point, I am on the floor literally laughing my ass off and trying to berate my mom at the same time for being so mean. So I say to her, “C’mon mom, that was soooo not a nice thing to say.” She looks at me and says, “Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing?” I replied, “Well, yeah.”

And don’t take this post the wrong way. Both my mother and I have sympathy for the parents who have lost their babies, but those names………why, Lawd? *shaking my head*