A Funny Conversation With Rose

My mom answered her home phone tonight on the 5th ring and declared that she'd just lost her debit card and was on her way back to her office to see if she'd left it there - she'd call me back from her cell. She calls me back, we talk about this and that, she gets to her office and is looking around.

I was like "Mom, you should send a prayer to St. Anthony."

"Who's St. Anthony?"

"He's the saint who helps you find things. So you say 'St. Anthony, St. Anthony please come down, something's been lost and must be found.'"

"Oh okay." Completely changes the subject to something else.

Ten minutes later, we're still on the phone and she's still at her office and annoyance with the missing debit card has kind of turned to anger and a grudging acceptance. "It's not that big of a thing...I'll just call in the morning. I hate that bank. There website is terrible. But I just knew that I had that card. It's not that big of a deal."

I have this conversation with myself at least once a week (minus the bank hating) about something I've lost so I see I get this from Mom.

Then says, "Bran! You will never believe it. It's right here in my wallet! Thank you Jesus I knew it was here somewhere!"

Me: "That's great Mom, but you should really thank St. Anthony - remember I said the prayer for you?"

Mom: "Girl you need to stop, St. Anthony is just Jesus."

OH MOM.