Blonde Mom

My phone rings early this morning, and it's my mother calling.

"Blonde?" she asks, "Could you call my cell phone? I've been looking all over for it, and I can't find it."


I hang up and call my mother's cell phone. A few rings later she answers it. "Ok, thanks, I found it."

"Mom, could I just ask you one question?"


"Well, you called me from your house phone, right?"


"So, why couldn't you just call your cell phone then?"

"Well, I never thought of that."

Yes, I hate to say it, but I come from a family of blondes.