My mother is my best friend in the whole wide world, but every now and then, she makes me laugh at the funny things she does for me. She called my sometime last week and asked if I had any good shoes. This happens to be a loaded question when it comes to my mother, because if I say either a) yes, they aren't good enough for her b) if I say no, I'm an idiot. Today, I get a box in the mail with a "good" pair of hiking boots with four pairs of wooly socks. This wouldn't be so bad, if the shoes weren't a size 4 and the socks were built for the Jolly Green Giant. I love her so much that I don't have the heart to say that the boots won't fit. She made my day.
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7/31/06 at 7:35pm