“I just haven’t felt like driving over and getting them,” I told my mother very honestly.
“What have you been drinking?” she then asked.
“Just plain ice water,” I told her. “I keep a cold jug of water in my fridge.”
Moments later my mother drove over and brought me enough diet Coke to make up for three days of not having them. I thanked her profusely. My only beef with The Secretary is that she drove over here in her pajamas and fuzzy slippers again.
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1 comment:
Hey, Mother Martha is a woman of age (similar to me). We may go to Walmart in our jammies, the fuzzier the better! In fact, my blog is about such things. We women, over 55, who led interesting lives, who are now "retired" but still annoying the masses with our dress, our mannerisms, and laughter. It's at: http://badgirlsredhats.blogspot.com if any one is interested!!
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