Yesterday morning I was spending a quiet moment with my mom as I was helping her get out of bed. We were talking a little bit here and there when I heard her mumble something...and our conversation continued like this:
me: "what?"
mom: mumblemumble
me: "what?"
mom: mumblemumble
me:"what?"
mom, eyes open now and head lifted, "I'M saying WHAT"
me: "oh. heh, heh."
mom: "we're like a couple of old grannies askin each other 'what' over and over."
All this to say, we're having some bad days and some good days. Mom's been telling anyone who will ask, that what she really wants is a margarita. So we're having a margarita party with the Toomeys this evening.
