I love my Mom. She's pretty terrific. She isn't perfect though. I am sure that is an endearing quality in some universe, but for me it's just a good tattle-tale.
A squillion years ago, Mim-may gave Mom this notebook with cool Laurel Burch blue cats.
Mom uses it to remember stuff. As you can see, she writes stuff she needs to buy when she goes food-hunting, the stuff she wants to cook and the things she has to do. Mom liked that it had a bookmark and the cover closed with a magnet.
She was getting to the end, when my dear sweetheart Monty Q and SheBean sent her a brandy spanking new one.Mom was Over The Moon with excitement. She started filling it right up, and last week she brought it with her when she goes food hunting, like she always does. When she was done, she put it in her bag, and came home.
Except she didn't.
Put it in her bag, I mean. She came home.
She couldn't find the black book. She looked in all the bags. She looked in the metal masheen. She moved every single thing in the house looking for the black book, but she couldn't find it.
She was seriously bummed.
So on Saturday, when she was at the local bookstore, she bought herself a new one. It has a bookmark, and closes with a magnet.
When she went food hunting the next day, she had an idea, and went to the Customer Service Desk and asked if anybody found a black notebook.
Without saying a word, the lady reached into a drawer and handed this to Mom.