Moms….

Mom moment number 2050 “hey mom I’m running to Walmart I need to get more of your insulin needles” as I walk into the living room, after rolling out of bed! I literally rolled out of bed, put my hair in a scrunchy, brushed my teeth, washed my face, add a t-shirt, sweats, and shoes, and boom! Ready to roll! Mom upon seeing me announces loudly! “where the hell are you going all dressed up??” My reply, “mom I have my hair is a massive red curly mop in a ponytail, sweats, and a T-shirt on that’s not dressed up!! So naturally my final statement reply “ would you prefer that I go to Walmart naked! Meh!” One of these days imma figure out the dress code!

Moms moment 2,051, I am delayed in posting this one. Mom wants me to run to Walmart for a couple of rugs for her bedroom. She and I have been unpacking more from the house in Arizona, so I say, “cool,” this is a good “pause” this S$%# moment, and I think I better change my clothes after cleaning up a bit. Ok, so I get the t-shirt on, Howls Moving Castle, a personal favorite, and I am beginning to put on my shorts. When Mom starts from the living room, “Lynn, Lynn, Lynn (there were more use your imagination) from my bedroom, I am replying… “yes, mom.” Finally, I give up, minus the shorts because I haven’t gotten that far, and I walk out in a t-shirt, cheeky panties, and massive red curl mop in a hair scrunchy. I say, yes, mom…her mouth drops open, and she announces YOU CAN NOT go to Walmart dressed like that. I smile, shrug my shoulders, and say, “meh, last time, I was overdressed; this time, I am underdressed. Well, one of these days, I will get it right!” I will keep her other statements out of this post because this is the PG13 version! My mom, though, in all reality, is probably one of the funniest humans on this planet. She is truly a riot, and I love her! She has mad skill games on jokes and all things hysterical! If you don’t have a mom who is a riot, you should get one. You cant have my “moms.” She is mine!

Moms moment 2052, (exciting day) what is this moose piss you gave me to drink… my reply…” um…??? ginger ale!” Ha! Also, moms, who the hell turned the orient express through the house this morning… My reply … Meh, I don’t think we are the orient express travel route but through the house it is! PS my moms is a breathtaking beauty!