Yes, that's my almost 88-year-old mother whom I rang today. We talked about all sorts of things plus the upcoming wedding. I was bemoaning the fact that, having had my clothes shrink (!), I'd had a hard time finding an outfit. I also made the comment that even though I exercise, it doesn't really make much difference although I'm pretty careful about what I eat. Mum agreed, then added...she was careful about what she ate, it was what she drank that was the trouble. She loves her glass or two of wine at night...but I understood where she was coming from. Like mother, like daughter?
Then she told me that she sent my cousin's partner a card for his birthday and had a thank you reply from him with the comment that he was looking forward to her next birthday party in December. Mum went on to say that she wasn't having a party this year because Harold was taking her away for a dirty weekend.
Once I had recovered from the guffaws of laughter that overcame me after that comment, I told her that if she couldn't have a dirty weekend at 88 years of age, when could she? She doesn't change, my mother.
She told me my brother rang her up and said in a high pitched, whiny voice, "Mummy, A's making me go out to work and I want to stay home and play golf!" Mum laughed her head off and said to him, "Well, A's very naughty." She said she could hear my sister-in-law making rude comments in the background. If you think we're a mad family, you're right!
I had to tell you about my mum...she's one out of the box. Enjoy your week.