Maternal Respect
So, my mom had a birthday last weekend, another one of those that can only be expressed in logarithmic notation, but I’m delighted to have her every day, let alone every year.
And she’s squeezing everything she can out of these years of sentience and energy. She plays bridge at least 2 times a week (and wins with a suspicious frequency), participates in a book group at her community library, attends plays, operas and zoo concerts.
But when I saw this bumper sticker:
I knew she was underachieving. Mom, you need to go downtown and get kicked out of one or more bars if you want me to still respect you. I know you’re up to it.
You’re setting the bar awfully high. I don’t think my mom could get kicked out of a bar no matter what. Well, maybe if someone was saying they were going to vote for McCain, she might get riled up enough to make a scene. Hope your mom had a great birthday.
Tell your mom that I’d be honored to take her along as protection when I visit a few of those bars with her. And wish her a happy birthday for me.