Lunchie Lunch

For years now, my mom and I have had "lunchie lunch" together on Fridays. This started way back when I was in college and worked at the hospital the first time. It continued through my years at the DA's office and while in grad school. After I finally got my masters and a real full time job, she even came and sat with me in the cafeteria the second time I worked at the hospital and listened to me complain for an entire hour for a whole year. Now that I just work a few streets over and couple blocks down from her (and am infinitely happier with my employment) the routine has become such that she'll pick me up, we eat, then she drops me off. It's more driving for her, but to me it's just that much more time I get to spend with Mom, Mama, Mommers Pants, Mommapalooza, Meeeooommmm, maaaam, and when she's being naughty, Barb.

I really look forward to Fridays for several reasons. Obviously, because it's Friday and I know I get to turn my alarm clock off tonight. It's casual day at work and I get to wear jeans and my sweet new boots with straps and buckles. And because I know I get to have lunch with Mom. And that lady makes me laugh whether she means to or not.

Y'all know that we now have matching Hummers and Mom LOVES hers. She likes to drive it fast, and make it splash up puddles, and fly through potholes like they're not even there. (She's got it all tricked out with skulls and layers of floor mats.) You also know that she is THE sweetest, most helpful and uber protective lady alive today. And since she is such a thoughtful little lass, she pulls me riiiiiight up to the curb when she drops me off at work. Unfortunately, today, we weren't quite to the sidewalk yet when she sidled up to the curb. We were at the flower beds. That Hummer has what seems like an 8 foot drop when you're in heels. So I do my best to use the ice encrusted nerf bars to step down onto the curb while trying to avoid the mushy muddy mulch on the other side. I manage to get the door closed while trying to balance on the tight rope of curb, but fail and get road grime all down the left side of me. By this time Mom's already got Nicole C. Mullins blasting "MY REDEEEEEEMER LIIIIIIVES" and she's too busy keeping beat on the steering wheel to notice I'm holding onto the door handle for dear life. She takes off like a bat out of hades, kicking up puddle slush in her wake. That tips me the other way and my super cute boot eats mulch.

*sigh*... She does try though.

So yeah, I'm wet and dirty. My left side is covered in white-ish dust and my right foot leaves prints all through the entryway. Yet I can't stop giggling at my silly mother! THIS, folks, is why I love my Friday lunchie lunches so much. :)