My parents are in town this week, come from afar to wish me their wellest. We are having just the bestest week. It's been the mostest funnest. The laughter and good food could be weighed in tonage. What a great week!
One fun story from tonight:
We were walking through a glitzy mall, and my mom was noticing every manequin in the store windows . . . the large, the small, the glamorous, the conservative, the business-like. She liked pointing out the wildest ones and making silly comments (I guess they don't wear flourescent orange capris and jean jackets in Wyoming). It was fun. She's very observant.
We went into Macy's though, and coming up an escalator I whispered, "Jo, Jo, look over there." "Where?" "Over there. Look at that." "What, him? No, I don't see it." "Off too the left."
Well she never did see what I wanted her to see, until she walked right up to it. It was a manequin in a stylish red outfit, on this low turntable in the middle of a crowded aisle. My mom went right up and looked at it . . . . . and then it moved. It changed positions. And she gasped, "Oh no!" and brought her hands up to her mouth. I thought she was going to pass out. And then the manequin, who wasn't so manequinesque after all, said, "No, no ma'am. It's all right. I'm real!" My mom turned away, laughing but in a semi state of shock. "I thought she was a dummy!"
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