Mom's do that now and then....you're just cruising along, minding your own business, while she does "Mom things". Then she blasts out this sudden flurry of old-fashioned wisdom and knocks you on your [butt].
Twenty-four years ago this Christmas, my Mom did something like this to me. You have to understand that I was the "baby of the family"; my sister (closest sibling) is 11 years older than me, there's a brother (lives not to far from oboebrian) who's 16 years older, and my oldest brother is 20 years my senior - was an AF Cadet when I was born. So, yeah, I was her "little baby".
Anyhow, just before my 21st birthday, I came down to Mom and Dad's for Christmas - bringing along my girlfriend. The night we came down, Mom verbally knocked me and my girlfriend on our a$$es: "Susan, I hope you don't mind, but there's too much junk in my sewing room to fold out the hide-a-bed; and the couch is too short for Jimmy, so he's going to have to share your double bed in his old bedroom." Sue and I looked at each other and at her (with faces like
) and just said "duuuhhhhhhhhh". I mean, here was my 60-yr-old devout Catholic mother acknowledging the fact that we already... um... "Knew each other Biblically" (like a couple of rabbits
). Mom just said, "You're not really trying to tell me you haven't shared a bed before!" Me:
Listen to your Mom. Maybe this would be a really great time to say "Thank you". 'Cause a year later, I married that girl; this October is our 23rd anniversary.
There's an old redneck Country and Western song: "Momma Knows"
