Wtf? Flowers? what am I dead?
I will never ever forget this story! You had let JR and I use your car and anyone that really knows us knows that we have a habit of losing all sense of time. You know... 'Indian Time' they call it. Well, we had already had your car for a few days and seeing as how it was your birthday we had brought your car back. You were living with Sheri and Jeremy On the north end of tacoma. Jr and I had stopped and picked a little bouquet of fresh flowers for you out of the front yard...
we knew you were pissed! When we walked in, arms extended out to you with our thoughtful gifts... you said 'what the fuck? What am I? Dead? You get enough flowers when your dead!!!! Next time you give me flowers it better be at my funeral!'
You still let us take the car again that night and as usual we promised to have it back by morning.... We were late. Go figure... I love you mom.