After I dropped HereIType off at the airport in Cincinnati, I went home. I was pretty hostile to my mom last time she visited and I think she may have gotten the idea that I do not appreciate the criticism. Not one fat comment. Mom and I spent the day going to museums and shopping and I was reminded how much a like we are.

My favorite moment of the day was when I was trying on these great boots I had bought with a tweed dress I was considering returning.

Me: What do you think?
Mom: I really like the boots. You know what you need to get to go with that getup?
Me: hmm?
Mom: A whip

Dad was also was extra great. He washed my car, took it to get a ealignment and filled up the gas tank.