I just did.
The call ended with me hearing that my washing machine was done, prompting the following discussion:
Me: Gotta go Mom, the washing's done, gotta go hang up some underwear.
Mom: Have you already set the washing lines on the balcony? (during winter I have to let my clothes dry indoors)
Me: No, not yet. Plus I'd rather not put my underwear out to dry on the balcony, you know, outta courtesy to the people who live across me. (There's a rather narrow gap between my balcony and those of the adjacent block of flats)
Mom: So? It's not like they're going to see. And if somebody enjoys seeing underwear dry, let 'em.
Me: ... Mom? Ewwww.
Gotta say I love her to bits, though... and it's kinda funny how my mom, just about the most proper Baby Boomer generation working wife/mother of three, still manages to catch me offguard sometimes.
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