So I say something serious to mum, wide-eyed and everything, and you would guess her reaction. When I say that, I mean you. Would. Never. In. Your. Wildest. Dreams. Okay, okay, I'll put you out of your misery. She goes on about how cute I am and how huge my cheeks are and how she's gonna pack me up in a bag and carry me around like a portable device, or, rather, an IoS app.
Pari in a box! (only for $0.99)
And at this point it's your cue to say something along the lines of:
I knew that.
that's exactly what I screamed at the PC!
I could have guessed that. (Given enough time and resources)
But this, this is the strange part:
Remember the blog post about women empowerment, yada...yada...?
Well, when I expressed my desire to go to Antarctica, she went on about how I'll be eaten by penguins, hence completely ruining my perception about the beautiful, black-and-white creatures, and, of course, Gunther.
i would rather be eaten alive by penguins than mosquitoes, which I am.