My mom picks me up for our Monday morning breakfast date this morning and, we're barely out of the driveway before she says that she woke up this morning at 2am and couldn't fall back asleep. I'm thinking she's going to tell me that something she ate at Father's Day dinner didn't sit well or something.
But no....
She goes on to tell me that at 2:00 this morning, she suddenly realized that, while she got Father's Day pictures of my brother and my father, my brother, my father, and my nephew, and my brother, his fiancee and my nephew, she failed to get a picture of my father, my brother, and myself or myself and my father. So being a good daughter and thinking that she feels bad because she made me feel neglected or something, I promptly reassure her that I didn't even notice (which I didn't) and that it really isn't that big of a deal. Turns out she wasn't really worried about my feelings....she turns to me and says....But your hair looked so good!
Thanks Mom. I guess from that statement alone, I can assume that on any normal day, my hair doesn't look good, and therefore it's noteworthy when I do show up somewhere with presentable hair. Fine. Ok. Here's the deal....I promise that one day next weekend I'll force myself out of the depths of my normally sloppy hair style and make it look good again for your fake Father's Day pictures...Now go to sleep like a good little mommy....
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