|I got a hair cut! Don't I look like Mary Beth? I mean, not the tongue. That's just proof of my idiocy.|
|I purdied up my toes!|
|This was taken in the elevator when I brought all the stuff I had purchased up to the event room. Next time please remind me that I'm in charge and I have a budget and I do not need to do these things manually.|
Despite these stop and start and stop and start errands (hint! foreshadowing! impending doom!), I was still too early to start circling the airport like a vulture, so I made my way to the cell phone lot to await the landing.
|This food truck looked and smelled so good! Right there in the cell phone lot. Too bad I'll never return to that godforsaken place (doom, etc)|
I sat in my turned off car and chatted with facebook friends, played words with friends (so many friends), just killing time for about 20 minutes. It wasn't fun, but it was fine. The only annoyance was when someone in the car next to me smoked a cigarette, but I just put the window up and made her go away. Finally, mom called to say that her plane had landed! Cue angel choir! WE got off the phone quickly so I could get over there and fetch her with my smug provisions and sunny disposition.
I started the car.... not so fast, Kowalski
Dead. My car was dead.
Let's not dwell on this, shall we? Let's not go into detail about the despair. The harrowing hour long wait for AAA knowing that mom was RIGHT THERE. Let's not talk about the cooling/warming provisions.
But then, mere hours later?
|Buckets of my mommy's love cured everything.|
We enjoyed breakfast burritos and poinsettias in the delicious sunshine together, my mommy and me. Then we took a pretty driving tour around sunset cliffs before making our way to the neighborhood where my girl was due to Star in a Major Production! We needed coffee and flowers for the art-ISTE, and found a great spot for both right around the corner from the theater.
|Please enlarge so you can see the sign that hangs between the monkey face and the open door.|
|Look at my girl! So humble, so jewish, so Golde|
|Who is she talking to with such theatrical chagrin?|
|Gasp! Her husband!|
|I do NOT give my blessing. He's kinda cute, though.|
|The dork doesn't fall far from the tree. (not you, mom)|
|Janet and Kj came to play!|
|Aw. there we are playing nicely! The plastic bag of lefties is a nice touch.|
|Mom: "I keep making a weird face." Me: "well stop it!"|
|Happy, together, bad at selfies.|
|There are the buddies Clara and Grammy, up in mom's room|
|Here I am up in the room, restocking provisions|
|Nu bucket o love|
Monday morning, Labor Day, I went to the gym then did a little prep work for the Last Night Extravaganza:
|Lesbo dinner! Yeaaaaaa|
|Beth and her girls came to play!|
|Is this a fair fight?|
|To my workplace for grape leaves!|
|Mom said this was her first time rolling wada!|
|For the meal of the century|
|And a long, leisurely time around the table together.|
|and stayed a little while|
|the kids wanted to swim|
|and we were thirsty|
It was a pretty perfect visit, I must say. My mom is the Bomb Dot Diggety Com.