fine, fine, fine

my mother is a worrier.

so am i.

and over the years we've learned the precise amount of information we need to tell each other without activating the overreacting button. a lot of the time questions tend to end with "i'm fine... fine, fine, fine." but we've also learned how to decipher each other's codes

so when i say...

"i can't wait for my next teeth cleaning"

what i really mean is...

"i think i have three cavities"

-or-

when my mother says...

"i'm so happy you're going to be home over the holidays this year, i could really use a hand decorating the house and cooking meals"

what she really means is...

"surprise, i'm getting a knee replacement right before christmas, i'm glad you're going to be here to help me learn how to walk again"

haha! i have a feeling it's going to be a little harder now that we live in the same house and i can't just lie to her over the phone. :) so here's to a very happy birthday to the woman who is always fine! words really cannot express how much i love her.

simmas. enough said

the reminisce of a delicious bbq dinner

giddy about her new rain barrel

who doesn't love bubble wands on their 50-something bday?!