Reminds me of an incident at our last family reunion weekend (160 people sat down for dinner!) At the Friday evening bbq when I was managing several things at the same time, someone came up to me and asked, "Aren't you buttering the hot dog buns?"
I probably looked a bit like your exploding mother. "Do you have two hands and a heartbeat? I can tell you where to find a knife!" (He was lucky he didn't find it buried in his checked golf shirt.)
My mom was the opposite. If anyone showed up needing a button sewed on, she would have washed it, dried it, ironed it, and sewed on the button. She would have made a cup of tea and served it with a piece of pie while waiting. ‘Served’! It was her way. I’m more of a do it yourself, sew on your own button kind of mom. I was raised on guilt. I’m letting that go. Thank you, Nikki’s mom.
Don't mess with Mom
Reminds me of an incident at our last family reunion weekend (160 people sat down for dinner!) At the Friday evening bbq when I was managing several things at the same time, someone came up to me and asked, "Aren't you buttering the hot dog buns?"
I probably looked a bit like your exploding mother. "Do you have two hands and a heartbeat? I can tell you where to find a knife!" (He was lucky he didn't find it buried in his checked golf shirt.)
I love your stories with the drawings, they take my chronic anxiety away 💝
I love these drawings.
Well done! Great story. Hope things simplify!
My mom was the opposite. If anyone showed up needing a button sewed on, she would have washed it, dried it, ironed it, and sewed on the button. She would have made a cup of tea and served it with a piece of pie while waiting. ‘Served’! It was her way. I’m more of a do it yourself, sew on your own button kind of mom. I was raised on guilt. I’m letting that go. Thank you, Nikki’s mom.