Not a Joyful, Luminous, Sorrowful, or Glorious rosarian mystery. Just one of life’s regular conundrums. A cozy mystery.
Who are these kids and why are they calling me “MOM?”
It doesn’t seem that long ago I was filling out college applications and sending out graduation invitations. FOR MYSELF.
Now I’m working the concession stand and baking cookies.
Leah: Mom, we are having a party next week for our student teacher who is leaving.
Me: (Here it comes. Wait for it. Wait for it.)
Leah: I told my teacher I’d ASK YOU if you’d make some cookies. You know she loves your cookies. I didn’t say you would. I said I’d ask.
Me: That’s exactly the right thing to do. Ask me first. Of course I’ll make some cookies for your party.
She’s pretty smart about getting what she wants. Thing 1, on the other hand….
Lyle: We have an FFA banquet next week. I signed up to bring a cake. So, I need you to bake a cake for Tuesday.
Me: Doing my best Foghorn Leghorn, spitting and sputtering. I say, I say, I say, BOY!
So, guess y’all all know what I’m doing this week…..