I'm sitting on mom's couch last night folding the eighteen tons of cottage laundry. She had mentioned that she wanted to do loot bags at the wedding - the suggestion was met with cool contemplation as I have a mental image of stuffing 100 f'ing loot bags the night before the wedding. Last night she turns to me and assesses my mental health before saying:
"I was thinking I might *make* the loot bags out of fabric"
I reply delicately but with rising panic, "Make? you mean sew bags right? You're going to sew 100 loot bags...before the wedding"
I should mention that mom's relationship with the sewing machine is dubious at best and if you add a deadline the machine will dig in her heels and say "F' you a'hole, you should have finished the dress before the night before prom"
She starts laughing uncontrollably - "I know...I'm getting crazy and I won't do it but how funny is your face. You're remembering prom aren't you."
I think we're all going to be ok - god bless a sense of humour..