Mom has always had a language all her own, usually more accurate and descriptive then the "correct" version. Like Mark Twain and Yogi Berra, her brilliance is both profound and hilarious. The conversations during our annual Spring Break road trip were no exception.
"You know that place we were just at in Texas or wherever." (We went to Arkansas, not Texas)
"We're Americans, if we forget anything we can just buy it."
"I can't believe how it changed. Oh, that's different. Why is that there? That wasn't there before"...(She hasn't been to St Louis in fifty years)
"I'm just so glad that I'm not like those old people in denial, still driving and and not admitting when it's time to quit or time to move into assisted living. I'm not like that, I'll never be like that, I won't be that stubborn."
You need hearing aids. "No I don't."
"Do you still write on that blog? large girl or something?"
You mean girlatlarge.com?
"Yes, that one you did about being fat, I thought it was so great that you were ok with it"
What? It's Girl At Large, not Large Girl! It's a reference to being out in the world! traveling! being adventurous! Not about being fat! (And yes, the links you read on Facebook are that very same blog.)
Oh Mom. What a trip.
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