Today, being Mother's Day and all, I took my Momma out for brunch. She was so cute when I called her last night to invite her. She acted cool, but I knew that she thought that I was only going to send a card and then call her today. Bah! Although living with her didn't, let's say, end so well, I love her.
So we got to the restaurant, got on the list, and did some shopping while we waited. Once we missed our pager, got back on the list, got seated, and then ate, this conversation ensued:
Woman and daughter walked into restaurant and were seated next to us. I could see said woman before Momma, and saw that she had had some "work" done:
Me: Mom, I wish that woman were sitting in the other chair so you could see what her surgeon did to her face.
Momma: Oh, I can see it now. Oh.
Me: I know, right?
Momma: You should give her your card.
Me: Mom! That would be so rude! Kinda like, "I see that you've had some work done. Let me know if you want to sue your surgeon."
Momma: Well, you see her!
Me: And imagine what her daughter thinks. She thinks that looks good! How many years of therapy will that take?
Both: (snicker)
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