My mother took charge of my brain yesterday morning and walked herself to the bike store to buy her irresponsible daughter a bike helmet. She then showed up to my office to show me said helmet and instructed the gentleman that works at my building’s front desk to scold me if I cruised in without it.
She bought me a grey helmet, so it would coordinate with both my brown and black work outfits and insisted I model it following happy hour. Helmets– they are now sexy. You heard it here first.
My mother and I spent 2 nights at the Marriott in Woodley Park over the weekend. We’d strolled through the zoo earlier Saturday afternoon and got a good show at the lions den. He was either real pissed off about something or demanding his lunch but either way he was making a lot of noise.
I woke up my mother in the middle of the night with my snoring (I don’t actually snore!) and her first half-asleep reaction was that the lion up the street was still making a lot of noise. Yes, 4 city blocks and 10 stories up she believed my snoring was in fact a lion roaring (that rhymed!). How embarressing.
SHE CAME, SHE SAW
My mother and I walked into my house Sunday night and mid-greeting, my roommate yelled, “SHE’S LIKE A MINI YOU!” pointing at me. It’s a good thing we’re both so cute.