Stopped by my mother’s apartment for Mother’s Day.
Should it surprise me that the inscription found at the entrance to Hell is scotch taped to her door?
A Pee-Wee basketball practice at a local park on a beautiful warm and sunny Sunday afternoon. My mother decided to come along.
Until she sat on a bench right next to this guy, (approximately my age) who was already knee deep in conversation with another young lady about a new girl he was dating. My mother, who of course, was listening in, waited about five or so minutes and proudly said she had heard enough. Her question to him still echoing in my mind, simply queried, “Look…is she good in bed?”
Guess I won’t be going back to that park.
I found this in my mother-in-law, Annette’s box of things to throw away.
Can you imagine?! I thought, how DARE she! It’s kinda like throwing away a Picasso…
I got your card. It’s a great card! It says so much.
Thanks for my picture! I don’t look much better than that dog!!
In fact, the dog looks better than me.
I consider you a good friend of mine and I’m glad you feel the same.
LA is getting some bad weather now and I told Maria yesterday to stay home if it’s so bad, she shouldn’t drive in it.