Last night Mom said: I don't know what came over me the other day.
Me: What do you mean?
Mom: You know–about you and me.
Me: Oh, you mean when you asked who you should introduce me as?
Mom: Yes. My brain just went fuzzle-duzzle. (I hadn't heard the term "fuzzle-duzzle" before and had to grab a piece of paper and write it down.)
Me: Well, even though you weren't sure who I was, did I seem to be a nice person?
Mom: Yes! I was proud to be called your mother!
p.s. I left my camera cable in SF, so can't post any photos I've taken since Stray's show. The morning after Stray's show, I borrowed Stray's husband's cable. Note to Pat: When you delivered the cable to me in room 310 and sat down for a minute to demonstrate the iPhone Blues Band, you left the blueberry pastry you had just bought at Trio. It only had one bite taken out of it, but I want to assure you that it didn't go to waste.
