Random Stories from Mom

So my Mom calls me up the other day and is all, hey. And I'm all, hey. And we start talking wedding stuff and blah blah. Which is cool...because my mom is turning into this epic little wedding planner. She found my venue and my DJ and some violin people (I never thought I'd be into violin people at my wedding, but then she found them...and offered to pay for them..haha). So any ways, I'm like, cool. To change the subject (cause that's all we talk about now, is wedding stuff), I'm all, hey mom, I went to a farm on Saturday. And she's all...oh wait!...you have to picture this in a Jamaican lady accent. So she's all, "Oh Nikkeh, did you see the cows?" And I'm like, yeah mom...I saw the cows. And she's all, "Nikkeh, did you see the sheep?" Yeah, I saw the sheep. "And the goats?" Yeah...I saw the goats. And then she starts making goat sounds like she did when I was 5, and I was learning what sorts of sounds farm animals make. So I'm all, yeah, I know what goats sound like, mom. She does tend to forget that I'm 30 and not 5 years old.... 

So naturally this moment calls for a random Jamaican story. My mom begins: "So there was this time in Jamaica when we were still living at Copper Drive and your grandmother bought dis LOVELY mannngooo tree and planted it in her yawd. She loved this mango tree. One day we look outside and saw this goat eating off every bit of leaf from this tree. Your grandmother was so upset that she went and got that goat, tiiiiied him up, and..." This is when I had to interrupt. I was confused as to A: Why are there random goats coming into your yard? And B: This isn't a story about how Grama made awesome curry goat, now is it? Cause I just saw the cutest goats at the farm, and I don't want to hear this. My mom told me to shush and listen. "No no. When goat eat your tree, no new leaves can ever grow back. So she kept that goat until the farma came looking for it, and demanded the money for her mango tree back. So he had to go back to his farm and get the money to replace the mango tree in exchange for his goat."

And that was the end of that. Mom had to go because Miss Universe was starting (and I've learned never to be on the phone with her while she's watching her stories. It's just her not listening to me and yelling weird things at the tv).

But yeah...what was the point of this? Oh! You never know when my mom will throw a random goat/mango tree story at you.