Not the breach, the ditch.

Momwatch 2013: Me: "Mom are you alright? The Trooper said the car was in a ditch."
Mom: "Yes I know."
Me: "Where were you headed?"
Mom: "Into a ditch, obviously."
Me: "Obviously."
Mom: "Where are you?"
Me: "Home, in PA."
Mom: "What are you doing in Pennsylvania?"
Me: "Mom ... what's my husband's name?"
Mom: "Ummmmmm. Errrrr. Huh."
Me: "Put the doctor back on the phone Ma."

Deceiver

As I'm fueling the car, preparing to head north.

Mom (watching me): "You know, I have yet to pump my own gas."
Me: "Oh? You haven't fueled since Dad died?"
Mom: "No, I mean ever. I never do my own gas."
Me: "There's a place around here that does it for you?"
Mom: "Oh no. I just stand outside the car and look lost and helpless, which is easy for me. Someone always comes over and offers to help."
Me: "So what you're saying is that you use your elderly wiles on these nice small town people in order to get out of a simple menial task?"
Mom: "Hey, if you got it, use it. In my case it's looking like a breeze would knock me over and I'd break a hip and die."
Me: "How long have you lived here?"
Mom: "Over ten years."
Me: "Not once?"
Mom: "Not once."
Me:

(Author's Note regarding breaking of hips - my mother has proven beyond any ability of modern science to explain it that she's indestructible. The only thing falling in a gas station would do is likely expose her Terminator-esque endoskeleton. Then her secret would be out and she'd have to pump her own gas.)

Hoarders, the Prequel

In response to a large box left by UPS (what you see is a quarter of her latest inventory):

Me: "Mom, why did you buy a bird feeder shaped like an Airstream trailer? "
Mom: "It's cute isn't it?" 
Me: "You have eleven, that makes it more like a bird trailer park."
Me: "And the banister post shaped like an Uncle Sam nutcracker?"
Mom: "To show I'm American. Duh."
Me: “Of course, how silly of me. The surfboard clock?"
Mom: "Ya got me on that one. I don't think I surf. Do I? "
Me: "No, not unless you count escaping death in a statistical impossibility."
Me: "Mom, you don't wear hats. Ever."
Mom: "They had one in every color! And you know I love pink!"
Me: "You're a hoarder."
Mom: "I'm just insuring you have enough to do when I finally go."

This, this is why I tell her that I can't teach her the internet. She manages all this with an ink pen, catalogs and a cordless phone. So I tell her that if she breaks the internet she will get electrocuted and all the ventilators in the nearby hospital will short-circuit. It's a lie I can live with.

Tempting Gravel

Me: "I'm going for a run."
Mom: "I don't like the idea of you running. They say it's not good for you, too much of a strain on your system."
Me: "Those who live in glass tobacco plantations shouldn't throw Lucky Strikes."
Mom: "I hate menthol."
Me: "Then unless you're going to cowgirl up and lasso me with that there nasal cannula, I'm headed for the wharf."
Mom: "Ok, you win - I don't have enough slack on this thing anyway."

Two and a quarter miles at a sloths pace. But the sun was shining on the water and the huge vulture that was pacing me flew off disappointed when I didn't drop. Win win for first time out in a month.

Momwatch 2013 - Meet the new Doc

Doctor: "Have you had the flu shot?"
Mom: "I'm allergic."
Me: "Lie."
Mom:
Me: "Doctor, she doesn't do vaccines - she says 'allergic' but means 'control freak who doesn't trust the system."
Mom: "Yes."
Doctor: "I see. So, we don't have a lot of records for you from the last couple of years."
Mom: "That's because until recently I was healthy as a horse."
Me: "Lie."
Mom:
Me: "She says 'healthy as a horse' but really means 'I was an ER nurse for several decades and thus I speak your language oh medical one, therefore with a polite smile and the right keywords I know you will likely let me off with a script and a smile. That is how I have successfully evaded capture for all of these years for my uncontrolled COPD."
Mom: "Yes."
Doctor: "I see. And you brought your mom here to see me because ..."
Me: "Jeff Corwin was unavailable and Steve Irwin is dead. You were the next logical choice. You want my tranquilizer gun? It's in the car."
Doctor (to Mom): "Does she always talk like this?"
Mom: "No. Sometimes she gets mad too. It's probably why I'm still alive."
Doctor: "Strong work."