Last night we went to a lovely dinner at a restaurant to celebrate their friends' 50th anniversary. (That's the type of exciting news that makes you return to this blog again and again, right?) Anyway, 50 freakin' years! Now there's an accomplishment I'm unlikely to achieve. Unless Mike and I get married like, today. And live to 103.
Mom and Step-Daddy will be celebrating their 5-year anniversary next week. Let's just say it's good that he's hard of hearing and totally missed it last night at the dinner when Mom called him "Ed." Hello--Ed was my father; Step-Daddy's name is Jim.
Mom is certainly getting more entertaining with age. Here's a bit of our conversation from breakfast this morning:
Mom: You want a glass of tomato juice or V-8?Right now she's putting together the lasagne for dinner tonight. She would have made it yesterday, but instead of defrosting the sauce, she defrosted some chili.
Me: No, thanks.
Mom: It's good for you. It's full of antioxidants.
Me: No, I don't like tomato juice.
Mom: Well, how about V-8?
Me: That's the same as tomato juice.
Mom: But it's good for you. It's full of antioxidants.
Me: The only way I can drink tomato juice is if it has vodka in it.
Mom: You want vodka? I have vodka.
Hey, have you ever seen the movie, "Mother," with Debbie Reynolds and Albert Brooks? It's hysterical. Here's a little clip I bet a lot of you can relate to.
Of course, this is all in good fun. Those of us who still have our mothers are thankful every day, no? And I can only imagine what my kids will have to say about me in another 20 years.
I hope it's "Can you believe how hot my mom still is?"