I will feed you with rub downs

"We need to go online, find coupons, print 'em out, and make a frickin' GAME out of it."

-My mother

Dinnertime at our house has become something to look forward to. With the addition of 2 cousins, we actually eat at the dinner table. Cooking responsibilities have been split up between Nicole and I- Mondays and Tuesdays, she makes a meal, Wednesdays and Fridays are mine. Mother Margie can cook whenever she darn well feels like it, because she is The Mayor. 

Last Friday, I forgot. It was my night for dinner, and I had taken Bella to Chuck E. Cheese's instead....so, I fed two of us, but failed to feed my mother. What. A. Heel. Ugh. Sometimes, I wish I could reverse and do everything properly, but I can't. In an effort to make her love me again*, I suggested some mother/daughter time in the form of massages at this small place I had visited with my main squeeze. We went, and laid down with community blankets spread over us, and got our bodies pummeled into boneless blobs. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and asked my mom, "So, what did you think?" (with a blissful smile on my face). My mom said, "Meh. I thought the place Bev took me for a massage was better."

Sigh. Oh, mother.

*My mother loves me. I get it. Any self deprecation is for story telling purposes only.