Today we had Chinese food with Mom's boyfriend. To sum up, it was ten minutes of almost complete silence. Then he left, taking Mom with her. When she returned the three of us sat in the living room, chatting...or rather, listening to her drunk rambles, as we do so very often. Fun, fun! At 11:00 PM we decided to turn in. No sooner had we left the living room that the light fixture, all rusted and ruined, fell right off onto the floor. We keep this glass thing with an LED light inside on the table; and the lamp shade didn't even scrape it as it shattered. Amazingly the metal on it also broke. Can you imagine? Everybody came running to see what had made the tremendous noise; which my mother actually wonders how to describe. (You would think using the words Breaking glass would perfectly suffice.) For over half an hour she griped about how if we had been still sitting there, "we could have died." Half an hour! Thirty minutes on telling us how high she jumped and how scared she was.
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