My mother and I are doomed, I say, dooooooooooooooomed.

So, I'm walking around, heading to the bathroom, humming some carols, when it occurs to me...

Me: Hey, mommy?
Mommy: Yes?
Me: Does this sound strange to you? "Holy infant, so tender and mild"? I mean it's -
Mommy: Coook at 350 degrees! Baste occasionally!
Me: Exactly. "We're all going to hellllll!"

We're just not normal. Alas.

Happy today!