More shit my mom says
Sunday, January 15, 2012 at 9:10PM For Christmas I bought my mother a netbook. She already has a 17" laptop as her primary home computer, the netbook is for traveling so she can check mail and log on remotely to do work.
Today I gave her a run through of how to use it and what she can do.
Mom: Where do I put in the CDs?
Me: There's no CD drive built in, that's why it's so small.
Mom: So how do I watch movies?
Me: If you're using wifi you can log in to Netflix with my account.
Mom: What the hell is Netflix?
I bookmark the site in her browser and log in, giving her a quick demo.
Mom: I want to watch Medicine Man.
Me (checking and knowing she would sell me in a second for a date with Sean Connery): It's only available on CD, you can't watch it streaming. They have Hunt for Red October.
Mom: Show me.
I start the flick.
Mom: How do I use this?
Me: I saved my credentials. You just go to Netflix and look for movies that are available for streaming to watch.
Mom: You son of a bitch. Why haven't you shared this with me before? How much is it?
Me: Nothing. It's my account. I pay every month.
Mom: You son of a bitch. How could you hold out on me? I'm your mother. I gave birth to you.