My Mother

A few weeks ago I was out with some friends and jokingly someone said to someone else, "That really isn't what you were planning on wearing tonight?" Totally sarcastic and joking. It became a running joke for the night--"You decided on that hairstyle, those shoes, etc."
The type of joke that is only allowable between really close girlfriends.

Later in the night we joked that this type of snide remark is something my mother would say, totally seriously.

Cut to Saturday afternoon, I was eating lunch trying to peacefully read the comics. When, from my mother comes, "So, I guess you aren't going to be getting a hair cut before we leave for Italy. It's a little out of shape."

Seriously?

No, mother, in fact, I WILL NOT be getting a hair cut before we go. I'm growing it out and Italy or not, I'm not cutting it. And, to add insult to injury, I will be wearing those totally comfy cotton capris you hate on our flight, you can roll your eyes all you want. I do not care.

I'm going to start slipping some Xanex into her O.J.

PS- On a lighter note, the always fashionable Mrs. Potts is having a really good give-a-way!