Before I Was So Rudely Interrupted

Before my computer had the nerve to crash, it was my Mom’s birthday. She’s convinced she is officially old, but I think my parents look damn good, considering they are old enough to be my parents and all. I base old on my grandmothers, and I’ve decided that 95 is when you are allowed to call yourself old, and only one of my Grandmas is allowed to use that term freely. When you are 95, you are allowed to use any word you want. You’ve earned it. We went to breakfast on Mom’s day and split our customary meal and celebratory muffin.  Daddy spilled his water, with a little help from me, I think, and Mom told the waitress her little boy had knocked his water over on accident. They were all confused because they didn’t remember any kids with us. They gave us a hard time the rest of the morning. See guys, y’all aren’t old, well, at least Daddy isn’t. Hope you had a great day, Mom.