Topography of Ignorance

after dinner last night my absent-minded mother was loading the dishwasher and i spotted about 15 identical black bowls.

“what are those?”

“they’re the food bowls for the cats”

“that’s like me with underwear”

“i don’t want to know…”

“um, no, it’s nothing bad. i’m just saying that i have a lot of underwear since i don’t like doing laundry. it looks like you’re the same way with the cat bowls.”

“ok. for a second i thought that you were implying something gross.”

“no. what would be gross is if i saw you washing a single bowl, then came over and said ‘that’s like me with underwear.’”