She always scolds that she has to stay around to keep me grounded and somewhat human otherwise I would turn into a completely insane hermit.
Well anyways, I've been dog sitting since the day after Thanksgiving and it is now the...oh what day is it even...lets just say it's been "too long" according to Mona.
I only have two dogs, the internet, and Netflix documentaries to keep me company.
I have been watching things like TED Talks, Hey Boo: Harper Lee & To Kill a Mockingbird, and a very interesting show about stripping human and animal bones for science.
I think the main problem Mona has with leaving me alone with my documentaries is that I want to share all the information...with her.
And this documentary is the only way I could ever see this process...the government won't let people visit this facility due to a very high factor of emotion damages.
She also didn't appreciate the fact that I am now going to drag her to Monroeville, Alabama to see the courthouse museum that inspired the courtroom for To Kill a Mockingbird. I was quoting fascinating tidbits and facts to her about the author, book, and movie.
Did you that Harper Lee considered herself to be Boo? Or that she was neighbor and friend to Truman Capote who is the inspiration for Dill Harris? Also, according to Harper Lee's 99 year old sister who was still practicing law at the time, Truman Capote and Harper Lee lost their friendship due to Capote's jealousy over Lee's fame!
To Kill a Mockingbird is my all time favorite book, which Mona has never bothered to read (she tired to start once). Let's just say Mona's not much of a reader. She couldn't even make it through Twilight and she just barley scraped by the Hunger games at my enforcement. I bribed her with something or other (I can't remember what exactly) so she would finish it.
I was also telling her about TED Talks and these head games that make you happy when your depressed and how faking it till you make it really works according to science (this is one of my life motto if you didn't know)!
I just don't know why Mona doesn't like to listen to me talk about these things?
It could be the fact that when I'm left alone for a few days I talk about documentaries at a hundred miles per hour and don't shut up for hours.
You guys probably don't know this about me, but I'm not much of a talker. Hard to believe I know, but it's true. So, when I get in this nonstop talking for hours mode, I've done a complete 180 and Mona thinks I've gone mad.
According to Mona, Mom was even talking about how I was messaging her more on Facebook.
That really surprised me due to the fact that this is the conversation my mother calls messaging "a lot":
Mom: Do you miss us yet?
Me: I'm going to be there tonight.
Mom: Yeah I get to see you! Do you look the same?
Me: Nope. I grew two feet and turned into a bleached blond.
Mom: Just like momma
Me: I also have 3 tattoos and 16 new piercings.
Mom: Sweet!! Are you girls watching Haven there so we can delete?
Me: Don't delete!
By this point Mom must of been sick of me talking because she never messaged me back.
Gosh! No wonder I don't talk much! My family hates listening to me!
Although, Mona did kinda admit she finds me absolutely hilarious when I get like this. I of course took off running with that.
And she is in luck, because I've got one more week of dog sitting solitude to go!! Mona's going to be in stitches when I get home next week!!
(P.S. My family really does love talking to me. I just like to give them a hard time about it.)