Last Friday, my mom was in Wichita for a conference.
I'm pretty sure it was an excuse to get out of work. I mean, who goes to an educational conference at Gander Mountain?
Since she was goin to be in town, she called to tell me she would drop by the bank to say hello.
That morning, I woke up half an hour before I had to be at work. I'm not quite sure what happened, but that gave me just a few minutes to throw on some clothes and get going.
When my mom showed up, I told her about my rushed morning.
"I noticed you weren't wearing any make-up," she said.
I felt bad breaking the news to her:
"Oh . . . right. Well, that's kinda . . . um . . . normal."