Two Wild and Crazy Gals!

So I spent my long weekend in Birmingham, Alabama with my mother.
First things first: If you've met my mother, you've already had a deep conversation about your dreams or your future with her, she's put you on her prayer list and she prays fervently for you daily, and you are welcome to our family holiday celebrations and on our family vacations. But she may or may not get your name right.
My mom's passion is her family - none of us have ever doubted that. When we were little she told us that her dream was that we would all end up living in the same place, even on the same road. And that almost happened, so that's pretty good! She's never met a stranger, which is both fun and embarrassing. Fun because you just never know what kind of connection you're going to have with the guy selling you tickets to the caverns (we're all from New Jersey! His uncle lied to him about walking to NYC!) and embarrassing because ... yeah... we don't really need to know the connection we have with the guy selling us tickets to the caverns...
She has a great sense of humor, which in our family is a necessity, as we like to pick on each other. I, on the other hand, can only take about a minute of it before I burst into tears, so you already know how the family vacation goes. And speaking of a sense of humor, she has an incredibly infectious laugh, which I think got passed down to the females in our family. I remember once we went to a movie and the theater was so crowded that my brother and I had to sit on one side of the packed theater while the rest of the family sat on the other side. We heard my mother's laugh ring out over the crowd during all of the funny parts (and probably some of the non-funny parts, too)! This was literally 20 years ago, and my brother and I still talk about it.

"Remember that time we heard Mom across the entire movie theater?!"

So basically what I'm saying is, if you get the chance to play charades with my mother, do not pass it up. It will be the funniest thing you ever do. I guarantee it.
P.S. - it's cool, it's cool. My Mom doesn't know how to log in to leave a comment on this site.