My Mother's Toes
I looked down in the shower this morning & thought I saw my mother’s toes. She had short stubby toes – mine are a cross between those & my dad’s tree climbers. But there they were, with a little polish that needed refreshed. Miss you Mom.
No, I’m not ironing what I’m wearing to church this morning. I don’t care if it needs it. Dr. M & I did our semi-annual ironing the other week for his big interview – you heard he got the job, right? No, I’m not trying to distract you – we totally saw you roll your eyes when we talked about not having to get the iron out for another 6 months.
I sure wish you were going to be here for this move! All that energy buzzing around - you always made me feel really tired. Yes, I know I should just get up & Move It! I like to think about things first. Oh, you think I'm just procrastinating. This sure sounds like a familiar fight - let's change the subject!
So, are you taking credit for Dr. M’s success? I know you think you created him – proud, are you? Yes, we’re still happy together after all these years – the 20th anniversary of our first kiss is coming up! No, I am NOT planning on having kids – I’m too old now. Face it – the bet is over. Course, you won it anyway, since you knew my heart…
Well, I’d better get off here now & get ready for church. Need to check the lottery number first – wouldn’t it be ironic if we won now that Dr. M has a job? Sure you can’t fix that for us? Bummer…
Love you Mom. Happy Mother’s Day.