That's my Mom

There are two phrases every man needs to know and state publicly once in a while to have healthy family relationships:

1. You, my wife; are the most youthful woman in the world.
2. You, my mom; are the most youthful woman in the world.

If you can avoid having to say those two sentences in the same room at the same time with those two women present, it is a good thing.

Now, let's talk a little about dad - he opened the car door recently and bumped his noggin - because he forgot to step back and opened the door into his head! Mom has been teasing him a little bit about this. Until a few days ago when mom tripped over a purse at work and whacked her head on a bookshelf, to the extent that she required a stitch or two. Footnote to sister Janet - we're going to have to buy little pillows to strap to mom and dad's foreheads!

Fortunately, mom works in a hospital so she just sauntered up the ER and said hi to everybody and then said "hey, does anyone have a spare moment to put a stitch in my forehead?". A doctor responded and said "you don't need a stitch, we have a glue that we can use". Mom considered that and said nope, she'll take a stitch thanks very much. I like that, Old School.

Now dad usually picks mom up from work and was a little surprised when he walked in and didn't see mom. He inquired where Bev was and was told she's up in the ER due to an accident. I think after a moment of panic he had a bit of fun turning it back on mom!

Well, working in the hospital mom had the opportunity to pull here own admission form or whatever they call the ER document. It said this (mom quickly pointed out that well nourished only distinguishes the patient from malnourishment):

Well nourished healthy female in no apparent distress who
appears years younger than her stated age.

Now, that was quite a compliment and mom doesn't even use Oil of Delay or anything like that. Way to go mom, I love you. You rock!