Forehead Slapping.

'What are we getting our mother on Mother's day?' My sister Etheline said, in a frankly demanding tone not one half hour ago.
'Salmonella?' I offered, while trying desperately to walk across the floors on my heels (wet nail polish)
'We have to get her something.'
'We? What's this 'we' business freckle face?'
'What about perfume?'
'Fine, get her perfume.'
'All right then, you come up with something.' She yelled.
Did she think 'Fine, get her perfume' was the same as 'Bitch I'm gonna fuck you up! I mean it, come closer and I"m a gonna cut you!'
'Get her a 'Curves' membership.' I say, helpfully I thought.
'There's just no point even talking to you is there.' My sister said, before hanging up on me.
I wonder what my sister hears? Loud whistles and pops I'm sure, maybe some barking.