Recent conversation between me and my Mom....
Me: I got my cartilege pierced.
Mom: Ohhh....*fake confused mom smile*
Me: The top of my ear....
Mom: I see.
Me: Yeah, I've wanted to do it for a long time. I got the titanium since I'm allergic to nickel.
Mom: That's good.
Me: Mom?
Mom: Yes?
Me: Did you ever think that it would be your little girls who pierced and tattooed themselves, while your son put on a shirt & tie and went to work in an office every day?
Mom: No. No I did not. *laughs*
Gosh it's wrong how much fun it still is to torture her. Guess you never outgrow that. I have a precious memory of when she first saw one of my tattoos. I was putting on my wedding dress and her eyes got big.
Mom: *stares, says nothing*
Me: Mom, it's a tattoo.
Mom: *silence*
Me: Do you want to see the other one?"
Mom: No.
Me: Mom, I'm getting married. Is there anything else you want to know?
Mom: No. *leaves room*
Ahhhh, the memories.....
I did give her three cute grandkids though, so she has to have forgiven me by now.... right?
