Teasing Mom

As we sat together on her front porch yesterday morning, Mom asked if there was anywhere to go. I said I wanted to go to Adrian. "Can I go?" she asked excitedly.

Of course I had every intention of taking her; it's what we do on Sundays. So I answered, "Sure. But it's 90 miles away and we'll have to hitchhike."

"Ok, but I'll get there faster than you!" she cackled.

I simply laughed too. I am glad she can still joke.

Anyway, we leave for Adrian, driving through southeast Michigan farm country getting there. At one point she remarked, "A lot of farms around here. I grew up on a farm."

Now it was my turn to needle her. "Oh yeah. That was in South Carolina, right?"

She could not bark, "North Carolina!" quickly enough. And the look of utter contempt she gave me was priceless.

3.17

All right, it's not quite pi. But as I'm about to talk about food, close enough.

As usual while Mom and I were out Sunday she asked what and when we going to eat. I said, "I know a place where the bread's fresh and the water's cold."

"That's called home," she groused. "What are we going to eat while we're out?"

"Oh, I'll find something," I answered. "But I only got $3.17."

Thinking for a minute she responded, "Well, that leaves seventeen cents for you to eat on then."

Fortunately I had more than that with me, so we ate reasonably well. Both of us.