I’ve long suspected that the writer responsible for the “Debbie Downer” sketches from Saturday Night Live was somehow acquainted with my mother, though admittedly my mom’s particular flavor of morbidity isn’t quite as dramatic as Debbie’s.
Our conversation this morning:
Julie (upon waking up and seeing her mother): Good morning.
Mom: Three people were shot.
Julie (disoriented, as ‘Good morning’ were the first words she spoke for the day): Huh? What?
Mom: In Greece. They’re rioting over the Euro.
Julie: O…kaaaay?
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