No foolin’, today my mother turns seventy. She is officially an old coot. We’re buying her a cane and a rocking chair for the porch so she can sit out there and yell at the kids.
I can say all this safely because no one reads my blog and she will never, ever know.
Muahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! The perfect crime!
(Actually, I might well point this out to her. Not like she’ll come read it, but it’s the thought that counts…)