So last night I am Christmas shopping with my mother in LL Bean, as I was looking for a coat, for me...so that was sort of Christmas shopping...but anyway (and I did do real Christmas shopping btw) we are walking though the store and my mother is walking behind me and she is 80 and talks kind of loud at times and she says:
"I JUST CAN'T GET OVER YOUR ASS!"
She means it is way smaller, but I'm not sure what the rest of the store thought about it though.
One other amusing piece of information and then I will let this one tale die forever (I think). I got a Christmas card today from beach sister and she always encloses one of those newsletters. I read it and she talked about their beach excursion with their kids and grandkids and then went right to leaving the beach and getting to spend time with her brother and his wife and our mother in Baltimore. So, I'm not sure what I was so upset about last summer. I was apparently never at the ocean and it must have all been a bad dream.
Whew. Glad I got that cleared up. It's like I wasn't even there.