As usual I found myself stumbling into the kitchen after another sleepless night only to find Mama’s coffee burning on the stove. If I had a Euro for every burnt offering of Mama’s I could retire happily. I could hear her blah blah blahing on the phone and wondered if this habit of hers is how she developed a taste for burnt cold coffee because thirty minutes later she sauntered into the kitchen to drink it…can I get a collective Yuk!
I often wonder what our lives together must look like from the outside viewer and I can’t help but conjure up old episodes of Abbot and Costello. This morning I paid her back the money I borrowed for the veterinary bill and the conversation went something like this: