I'm at my parents house, working on my diss. (Well, as soon as I finish writing this entry).
They are headed out for the day to do some antiquing in Minnesota.
My mom comes down the stairs wearing a handmade NDSU green sweater.
So - let me explain the sweater. After NDSU's last president resigned, I was in the president's office and the administrative staff were cleaning out things. I notice these two substantial sweaters sitting on top of some boxes. They were really green (NDSU green), really thick, lined, and kinda cool - like 50s retro. The zip-up sweaters have NDSU knitted on the front, and a big bison (our mascot) on the back. The label says it was hand knitted by -- I don't remember.
I asked who owned these sweaters... and they told me I could have them. Right away, I thought - my mom will love these. She'll sell them on eBay for a bundle.
Well - she loved them alright. So much that she wanted them herself - to wear.
Today, she came down the stairs to where I am writing... wearing her sweater.
Mom: Do you see what I am wearing?
Me: Wow! Looks good!
Mom: Don't I look good?
(Her way of saying, "I look really good." - My mother has no self-esteem issues.)
Me: Yes. You look really good.
Mom: I have been waiting for an occasion to wear it.
Me: Oh - people are going to love it!
Mom: Yeah. Maybe they'll give me some respect. Give me good deals.
Me: I'm sure that will happen.
Me: Don't take dad out too long today. I don't want him to be in a bad mood for you.
My mom is always wanting my dad to drive her around on weekends to go antiquing. He gets tired of it sometimes. Then he gets in a bad mood. Then they argue the whole trip. Then they come back and I get to hear about it. From both of them. Today, Dad didn't really want to go -- but I told him it would be better if they left for a while so I could get some work done -- which is kinda a lie, because it is quiet when they are here. But I knew my mom really wanted to go.
Mom: Oh. He isn't in a bad mood anymore. I tickled him.
She says this while giving me a naughty look -- kinda like -- "I used my womanly wiles to get what I wanted" look.
Mom: So don't I look like a stud?
Me: You do look like a stud mom.
Mom: I know.
She starts walking away. As she goes up the stairs she yells to my dad:
Mom: Haaa-saaaan! See! Chino thinks I am a stud now. She says I am a stud.