Mother and I spent the day doing “things” together. She hemmed my new jumpsuit, but altered the top, too; now, it is too tight and she has to let it out.
We visited Jeff’s cat, Maggie Mae.
Despite her protestations, mom really does have favorites. Gus is is her favorite from the Hooker Horde, so he joined us.
On our way back to mother’s to ice her knee, we stopped at Arctic Circle. (The vega-aquarian in me thought I could handle the fish and fries, but, alas, a few hours later that didn’t work out so well.)
Back at mom’s, she set out “lunch.”
Gus had a hamburger.
MOM: What do you want to drink?
ME: Water.
MOM: Milk?
ME: Water.
MOM: Gatorade?
ME: Water.
MOM: How about a Pepsi?
ME: I’ll get my own glass of water.
Hooker's Horde 