Yesterday at our first MOPS meeting, I was filling out a form and the first blank asked for “Mother’s Name.”
Y’all, I started to write “Virginia C. Haas.”
Then it dawned on me: I am the mother.
Fortunately I was able to pretend that the beginning of the “V” was a “C” so hopefully no one will notice.
That reminded me of a time recently when a telemarketer asked, “Can I speak to your mommy?” and I (blessed, apparently, with a very youthful phone voice) sweetly replied, “I’m sorry, she’s not here right now.” Just as well, I wouldn’t have wanted to talk to that telemarketer anyway.