So Mother’s Day was last week, &—confession time—I did absolutely nothing for my mother. Yeah, yeah, I know; I’m a horrible daughter…so sue me. But the fact is, I did something really nice & special for her last year that I knew she would like (the big, stealthy porch swing surprise , remember?) but couldn’t think of a darn thing she needed or would like this year. And in my defense, my mother hates knick-knacks & things she can’t use, so she wouldn’t want me buying her junk just so she could have something to open, anyway. I also didn’t offer to take her out to eat because the idea of going to an overly crowded restaurant on a holiday makes us both shudder. I figure one of these days, she’ll see something she likes & I’ll let that be my Mother’s Day gift…or we’ll go out to eat & I’ll pick up the tab.
But what I did do…whether she’ll actually appreciate it or not
… is compose a Top Ten list in her honor. Ready for this?
Top Ten Quirky Things About My Mother
(a.k.a. Madame Mommy Dearest
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10. My mother thinks you can make anything low fat & healthy to eat if you just “blot it with a paper towel.”
9. My mother is a cleaning fanatic. She moves things all the time so she can dust & vacuum around them…but then can’t remember where she put the items later. (Which drives her nuts, & I say is merely her punishment for never being able to leave anything alone for more than five minutes.)
8. My mother is a librarian to her core. If she spots an item in a store that isn’t in its correct place (you know, like a package of cookies in the cereal aisle) she will stop what she’s doing & return it…or make you put it back for her.
7. My mother hates fiction. The only fiction she reads is mine (& I suspect she does that only under duress) & she won’t watch movies or sitcoms more than once—if at all. But she will watch the exact same true crime shows sixty-two times. I keep wanting to scream at her, “The guy is still dead! He doesn’t come back, & the identity of the killer doesn’t change!”
6. My mother loves to bake, but cannot follow a recipe. And when I say “can’t,” I mean won’t. She always thinks she can improve upon it or do something differently & have it turn out better. Um, not always, Mom. Not always.
5. My mother is a terrific baker, but—in the same vein as #6—she can never manage to make the same thing the same way twice. If she makes a batch of cookies that are absolutely fabulous & you ask her to make them again a couple months later…they will not taste the same. They’ll be edible & maybe even yummy, but they will not be the same as you remember them. We call her the Hit-or-Miss Baker. 
4. My mother loves to wash dishes. Seriously. She won’t own a dishwasher because they waste too much water (okay, I’m totally with her on that one
) & she likes to do dishes by hand.
3. When I turned eighteen, my mother bought me a subscription to Playgirl magazine. (Can you say coolest mom ever?!?
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2. Once, when we were staying in a hotel in another state, I was flipping through channels & discovered that the adult channel wasn’t blocked.
And my mother says, “You’re an adult now, I don’t mind if you watch porn.” (Yeah, that one isn’t so much cool as creepy.
But thanks, anyway, Mom.)
1. My mother hates black cats with pink bummie holes. She doesn’t understand why God would do such a thing & thinks she should be allowed to take a black Sharpie marker to them to help the skin blend in. (Note: When I say “hate” you know I don’t mean hate-hate; she loves all kitty cats, regardless of fur or bummie-hole color…she just has feline fashion issues.
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