Let's face it, my mom is awesome. We're alike enough that we probably should fight, but instead we just seem to read each others minds and gang up on my brother and Dad. 'Tis fun.
With it being the long weekend and (somehow) not having to work, I spent a lot of time with Mom. A few scenes from the weekend:
Saturday afternoon, Mom, Dad, and I are driving to the Christmas Market in the next town. Mom's decided that she will learn how to text message, after watching one of her students the day before. My mom still has issues with our VCR, so this sure to be interesting. And I'm in the front seat of the truck with her behind me. I spend half the drive trying to walk her through the texting process, even though I have no idea what her phone menu looks like, and the other half listening to her going, "So I press this and... sonofabitch! Start over and... So then I... Ha! I have to keep pressing the button, right? H-E-L-L-O... oh, you little bastard, it's supposed to be an 'O' not a '6!' Oh wait, I can just press it again... Yes!" That Millarville drive has never gone by so fast.
Later, Mom and I are out shopping for some dinner (and a lot of junk food) while the guys are out at a hockey game. We're at the deli counter and waiting for the high school girl in the bakery to hunt down some mini-cheesecakes we were craving; I made a comment to Mom about how nice it was that the store still offered free cookies to kids, despite having been taken over by a larger company.
The bakery girl returns and Mom thanks her and says she has just one more request: "Since my daughter's been so well behaved while I shopped, can she please have a cookie?" The girl laughs and gets my free cookie, while I'm turning a lovely shade of red (figures, the girl comes into my library on a regular basis. Damn.) Oh well, I got a chocolate cookie out of it, and mom got to giggle the rest of the way to the car. I almost miss the days when she preferred to try to trip me in the middle of the grocery aisle... And at least nothing ended up on fire this time.