God almighty.
When I was about 13 I played a daft joke on my mum. I asked her to go into the record shop and ask for a fictional album. I named it something really gross like “Suck the infected toenail” by “necrotic foreskin”
She went in and asked for it. Back then there was no computer records so the poor staff had all their books out searching for this album and commenting on how gross the title was. All the while my mum is arguining them down that they should stock it as I’d told her it was a new release.
A daft, non event really (although hilarious at the time)
Anyway, 25 years later she refers back to it constantly “hey, remember when you ... “
Thing is she has all the details wrong and has plain made some of it up! She now insists that my two kids were present and they were doubled over outside the record shop (I was 13, they weren’t born!) my sister was present and was really embarrassed (she wasn’t born!) and loads of other stuff
If I challenge her on it she gets arsy and defensive and insists that her version is right. Everyone knows it isn’t! My kids tell her she’s wrong all the time and she gets mad and makes up more parts to the story to back herself up. She tells all the family her version which causes everyone to believe that I was in my late 20s when I did it!
She does this with loads of stuff and I find it so annoying. No dementia etc, she just likes adding parts to stories to make them sound better but it makes me look a twat at the same time