Saw mom a couple days ago. She was a little sleepy that day as she ate dinner, but she got up after and walked around a bit. Everyone else was in the big room watching TV after dinner, but we sat just outside in the hall chatting and people-watching.
As we sat there, I noticed she had her whisker growing out of her mole. I told her and asked if she wanted me to pull it. She said go ahead. I got it and showed it to her. She said throw it away. I told her she was now perfect. She then said, “just like you.” I then said, “It is tough being perfect, isn’t it?” She looked at me with that look that always says don’t get too big for your britches and said, “You can throw THAT in the trash, too.”
Happy Mother’s Day!
our mom bill 