My Mom Just Came Through With Enough Groceries To Survive The Real Apocalypse For YEARS
Last night, in our family group chat, my Mom sent the following text...
My response was truthful - Trent and I had the plan to go grocery shopping today!
For better or worse, though, my mother is Italian, so that response went in one ear and out the other. You can't tell an Italian woman you've had/you have enough to eat. You can try, but I promise you - it will not work. We still joke in my family about my Nanny overfeeding me until I puked when I was like 4 years old. It's a delightful memory of her. People do impressions of her going, "Ohhh, Robbie - you've got to EAT!", in her Italian accent, and we laugh our asses off - but I digress.
My mom took the chat solo at this point, and said she'd go shopping for me in New Jersey and drive the food into New York City - an insanely kind offer. This is who my mom is. She's the nicest person you'll ever meet. She also knows her 21-year-old son lives like he's in a dorm room and cannot be trusted with anything that may require some maturity and responsibility...
I reassured her that wouldn't be necessary before receiving a clip from the latest Joe Rogan Experience...
...but like I said - in one ear and out the other.
Trent and I put all of our mystery groceries away LIVE on Periscope if you'd like to see what we're workin with in #QuarantineLife...
I think we're gonna be good though. Thanks Mom! You're the best! I love you!