I could right endless blogs about my dear mother (and I think I might have to start). While we have always had our differences (and still do) I have reached a point where I accept her as she is. But that still gives me the right to laugh, point and make fun of her as I see fit.
The Mom-ism of the day:
Me: Ok mom, well I gotta go. I want to get a run in before it gets too dark.
Mom: Oh, you run in the dark? Be careful. Do you have a light on your helmet?
Uhm... helmet? Mom, I don't run in a helmet. But maybe I should. Maybe I should.