"I'm getting my hair cut next Tuesday. When I get home from the beauty shop, can you come take my picture?"
"Are you getting a new style? A mohawk? Red streaks? Are you feeling OK?"
At her age and stage, I generally throw in an "Are you feeling OK" when inquiring about "special requests."
"Hehehe. Nooooooo. I'm fine. I just like the way my hair looks when the hair lady spikes it. I'm going to put on something red so you can take my picture for my Christmas card."
"Yes. I want to send picture cards this year because I really like receiving them!"
"So, you want me to come to your apartment after your hair appointment, take your picture, then come home and order your Christmas cards online?"
I know my mother. The first question is always the tip of her "do me a favor" iceberg.
"That would be nice."
"I guess it would be good to take care of that now before 'we' get busy during the holidays!"
"We" equals me. I do all of Meems shopping and wrapping.
"That would be great."
I already knew the answer to the question about addressing the cards this summer. That would be a big "no." We need to wait until closer to Christmas to see which of her card recipients is still alive.
At the photo shoot.
"I thought you were going to wear something red."
"It's red enough. Do I have lipstick on my teeth?"
I don't even have to look. She always has lipstick on her teeth.
So, we had our little photo shoot.
In the shade.
In the sun.
Not so much.
On the porch.
This is how her laugh sounded: "Ha. Ha. Ha."
Her facial expression belies her inflection.
Oh, how I love my little mother. I had a blast taking her picture. She was a great model. If I had asked her to drape herself over the Raider Ranch sign at the entrance to the property she would have just said, "I'm going to need a ladder." You know what? I would have totally gone and fetched a ladder.
Merry Christmas. Ha. Ha. Ha.