**Don’t forget about Feel Good Friday… on Friday! Choose a prompt, write a post and link up! By the way… we taped our vlog last night and my face hurts from smiling so much. Thanks mom!
The One When You Cut My Ear
I am a very cautious person and always have been. My mom is the opposite. If I want to get my hair cut I need to think about it for a while whereas my mom just gets it cut.
One night I remarked how I wanted to get my hair cut shorter and my mom whipped out a pair of scissors and said, “I’ll do it!! Let’s do it NOW!”
I wanted it much shorter and she was cutting and cutting and suddenly she CUTS MY EARLOBE!
Do you KNOW how much blood gushes out of one’s ear?
So I am standing in the bathroom and there is blood EVERYWHERE and mom fell to the FLOOR laughing.
Then she LEFT the ROOM and fell on the sofa LAUGHING!
Me, her daughter, her only child is standing with blood all over the place screaming in pain and where is my darling mother?
She couldn’t even look at me she was still laughing so hard.
And that was the last time I let her cut my hair.
A mother is supposed to protect her child. Look out for her. Guide her. Help her.
Not suggest she wear a men’s TIE on a first date!
Who does that???
Humiliation to the nth Degree
Yes, I did stop holding my mom’s hand as I grew up. I was not embarrassed to be seen out in public with her. I loved her.
I was embarrassed, however, when we would be in a mall and I would notice that she was walking with her arm around me, but hovering above my shoulders so I wouldn’t notice.
She still does it and I still do not find it amusing in the least.
My dad worked nights and as a child I was very aware of the potential of burglars, but I had Bluey, my blue bear to protect me, so all was good.
One night I rolled over and woke to find someone kneeling by the side of my bed.
I screamed bloody murder at the top of my lungs.
Then I got yelled at by my mom who was looking to see if the cat was under the bed.
OK Mom, YOU were the one who was right in that one… sure.
Desperate and Dateless
I lived at home when I was out of college and working. I saved my money, always had a new car and clothes and lots of Coach handbags.
When I wasn’t dating on the weekends, my mom and I would play cards and listen to the radio.
No self respecting mother in the world should suggest that her 22 year old daughter call into a radio show titled Desperate and Dateless.
…And then record it to laugh about over and over.