Until about five years ago, my mom's best friend was Ray Romano's mom. Yes, that Ray Romano. When I tell people that, they usually say something like, "Cool!"
But no, it wasn't cool.
My mom talked so much about him, he practically became her third son. I can't say I blamed her, my boring 9-5 Accounting gig couldn't compare to Ray's glamorous Hollywood life that she go to hear about (and sometimes lived when she visited).
It wasn't exactly easy to impress mom with my $3,000 a year raise when he was getting $800,000 raises...per week. I got a promotion? He got an Emmy. I am 5' 10"? He's 6' 3". It never ended.
Actually, it did end.
And I got into comedy soon after my mom and his mom had a falling out.
Isn't that hilarious?
harris
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um, dare i say hysterically funny?
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