Apparently, my poor mother was very annoyed by the recurring episodes of “Forest HUMP” performed by my cousin and his girlfriend in his room.

Me:  Why don’t they go to a motel or somewhere else?

Mother:  They don’t have money.  They can’t afford it.

Me:  Well, at least, no one was home when they were “performing.”  Maybe, you should get out of the house the next time when the show time is up.

Mother:  What do you mean no one was home?  Lots of people were home.  Your two nephews were watching TV and doing their homework.  Their mother was screaming at them because they didn’t do any homework but only watched TV.  I was folding laundry.  What do you mean no one was home?

Me:  At least, the TV and the screaming covered the soundtrack from their performance.

Mother:  You are impossible.

Me:  And should the nephews ask why the house is shaking, just tell them that it’s an earthquake.

Mother:  Hahahahaha…

Me:  Tell you what.  I will send you a sign and you can hang it right outside of his bedroom door.

Mother:  What is it?

Me:  I won’t tell you.  Wait for the mail.  You’ll love it.