Typical Blonde "Mom"ent

I don't normally pick on my mother, but I feel compelled to share with you her latest comment.

For those of you who don't know her, sometimes her died blonde hair, shows through so well, that you would think she was a natural blond (ok, for all you other blondes, I know it is just a figure of speech and of course doesn't hold true.) But let me start by giving you background info.

One time, around Christmas, I was 16 years old or so, we slid on the ice (remember I was born in Upstate NY) through a stop sign. I say, "Don't worry mom. The one's with white borders mean optional."

No joke, fifteen minutes later, and 10 stop signs later, my mother looks at me and asks innocently, "Don't they all have white borders?" (and she was seriously asking.)

Another time, she had come down to the beach (where we lived previously) for my oldests 1st birthday, as did Shawn's uncle and aunt. At this time, I had been with my husband for a couple of years, so she new him pretty well.

She woke up that morning and goes to where Shawn's family is sleeping and says "Good morning Dennis. Leslie, where do you keep the coffee filters?" No question why I would be in bed with my husbands Uncle. It just seemed to be very normal to her.

All this, leading up to my picture on the blog...

I got a phone call this weekend and this is how it went:

Mom: "I loved the picture of you and Shawn."

Me: "Picture of Shawn and I? What are you talking about?"

Mom: "The picture on your blog."

Me: "Mom! That is not of Shawn and me that is of Timothy Peters and me."

Mom: (pause) "Oooooh. Are you sure?"

Gotta love her.