I am finishing up at work today when I get a phone call. From my mother. I looked at the calendar and realized that she is right on schedule. From the moment that she sang, "Ceee-Beee, it's your favorite mommeeeeee," I knew I was about to be charged with the task of finding The Elusive Christmas Gift
. In her thought process, what can't be found in the mall back home MUST be available in Columbus. So it looks like I will be shopping for Christmas dishes this weekend. If I don't get "Harlots of Hudson Place" done by the holidays...blame my mom.
I inherited a number of traits from my mother: her ability to cook (home-made noodles are da bomb!), her quick temper, her colorful language, and her sense of humor. God help the poor sonofabitch that gets caught in the middle of this mother/daughter tag team. ( an example )