I’ve NO Idea What I’m Going To Post Tomorrow Though

In honor of Thanksgiving, L’s Mother asked me to go seventy-two hours without sharing anything even remotely negative no matter how interesting or funny, so . . .

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

And She Understood Because She’s My Best Friend Too

This morning right after I woke up and stumbled to the kitchen, L’s Mother started talking to me, and out of the blue said, “You’re my best friend.”

I knew my response to that, but I was too tired to formulate the words at the time, so I smiled and made myself a cup of tea. After I was more awake though, I sought her out in the kitchen, put my arms around her and whispered in her ear, “Nobody is my best friend when I’ve just woken up.”

Um . . . Maybe?

“Is it a full moon?” L’s mother asked me last night. (It wasn’t.) “Because my teeth feel extra sharp tonight.”

Now some people would find this a strange thing to say, but not me since I knew exactly what she was talking about. What I found strange was what she (without any intent of being funny) said next:

“Oh well, are you ready to try that blood, I mean bread pudding I made?”

As I Went To Get Her Ice

L’s Mother: Would it be asking too much for you to get me some ice?

Me: At the moment, yes. I can do it a bit though.

L’s Mother: Okay. It’s just that I burnt myself and . . .

Me: *sighing because once again she has buried the lead*

Good Thing I Asked

Another sign you may need coffee is if someone places a large, bright red travel mug full of coffee on your desk while you are away, then stops by a few moments later, points to said bright red mug literally in front of you and asks, “You noticed that, right?”, and your response is a confused, “Noticed what?”.

I Think She’s Starting To Develop An Opinion About This

A couple weeks back I asked L’s Mother, “What does “LB” stand for on the calendar?”

“Oh!” she replied. “You know how we got woken up by a leaf blower this morning?”

“Yeah . . .”

“Well,” she continued, “I want to track how often that happens so I know if it’s a one-time or even just an occasional thing, or if it’s something I’m going to have to ask someone to stop.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

Today after being woken by a leaf blower, I noticed the calendar had dutifully been marked . . .

. . . with “FLB.”

Not ALL My Memories With L’s Mother Are Sweet

L’s Mother (who absolutely adores dark chocolate, the darker the better): Did I make the dessert too much to my tastes?

Me (choking and flashing back to the time I ate unsweetened baking chocolate as a child): That’s . . . one way to put it.

Besides, I’m The One Who Can Open The Garage Door Without Help

L’s Mother is long used to me teasingly saying that I’m going to outlive just about everyone I know, but the other day she countered with, “That’s not necessarily true you know. Longevity is in my genes, so I might outlive you.”

“It’s a matter of motivation,” I replied. “Assuming L. is an equally strong motivator for both of us (because he is), I have you to live for, while you only have me, thus I have the greater motivation to live.”

Inspired By Something L’s Mother Said This Morning

While some things are indeed an “acquired taste,” other things, particularly in the world of health food, are merely “not so bad once you get used to it.”

Yeah, I Know

I always wear my wedding ring when I go out . . . unless I’m going to a place where I’d have to take it off.

– L’s Mother

That’s not what I meant, and you know it!

– Also L’s mother