Mother! Mother! (you do know I am forty-something, right?)

I love love love my mother - she is my FAVORITE person to talk to about stuff.  She is the best. 

This past weekend our furnace went out.  Since I was taking @iambooboolala to a birthday party in their neighborhood I called and asked if I could borrow a space heater to help out until we got the part to fix the furnace.  (T-bone can fix things like that.  My best friend in college's mother told us, "Marry rich, or potential to be rich, or at least make sure he can fix shit around the house.")  My parents told us that they could locate one and asked when we would be over. 

"About five."
"Okay, see you then."

Driving to the party about 2pm I get a call on my cell phone.

"Lisa Ann?"
'Yeah Dad?'
"You're mother is all worried about @Iambooboolala being too cold tonight.  Do you want her to stay with us?"
"Dad, I am half-way to Chaska now and didn't bring any clothes with for her, so I don't think that will work."
"Well..."
"Dad, T-bone has the in-floor heat going and with the space heaters the house should be just fine."
"Okay, see you later."

Mothers.
Did she really think I wouldn't keep my baby warm that I spent three years trying to get, nine months growing and twenty-two months breastfeeding?

No.  She really didn't.  She was just being a Grandma.

But it made me laugh later that day when I heard this song on the radio.



Happy Friday!