When I came downstairs some three hours later, Mom looked up at me from the kitchen table where she was relaxing, peered into my face and asked, "Why don't you put on some make-up?"
Oh...hi there Mom. Didja sleep okay?
My mother is my
So this morning I decided to take Mom's advice and apply my make-up more liberally. This is how I greeted her:
She liked the lipstick effect, but suggested I do something with my hair. You just can't please some people....
By the way, I learned this morning that my Mom doesn't steal Sweet-in-Low from diners and highway rest-stops but actually buys it at the market. I think my childhood is over.