Assistant housewife

Nor my mom, nor I are housewives, but my mom has a knack of tacking that role and when Im with her I naturally take on the role of assistant.
Guess what Its not all that bad:

Came home and ate a vegetarian curry, me in tow with my mom hopped into her 4x4(housewife syndrome) a 4x4 her somewhat wealthy boyfriend has given her. My mom have something in common, we dont have jobs. She was recently fired and well I have no excuse. The 4x4 took us to a lovely jewelry shop where my mom had a braclet fixed.

So currry and a 4x4 ride to some jewelry, next stop Lezari, a very well known coffee hangout for the wives club. My mom who has not had coffee in all her 50 years had a machiato and we shared a cup cake, scanned the room, giggled like girls, played with a german womans dog, well, either she was gay or she was just german? We then bought my gran a gift and made our way to the grocery store, did some shopping,went to the post office to pick up something for her boyfriend, considered going to a gay bar but decided on a gallery. We picked up an etching her boyfriend bought had it framed and came home. (note to self: my moms boyfriends taste in art is very dark, a little sorded even, normally alot of blood or stencilled woman strangling her husban who strangles his child, mmm dont know if i would be in the same room as him,by myself?)

To save you the rest of the not so boring details where my mom prepares dinner for me and treats me like a princess, I got to act as an assitant to the ultimate wife.

so thats what they do all day, drive,socialise,shop,pick things up,drop things off and pick things up and chat on phones while driving, mmm pretty much a lot of what I do anyway.