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Conversation with my Mom

Conversation with my Mom

A whole bunch of couchesEvery guest on Lounging with LannaLee gets a handmade couch. That is important to know up front. Another important piece of information, I’ve asked my mother (and my brother) to lounge with me on Lounging with LannaLee. They both refused. [The offer still stands.]

Yesterday I went shopping with my Mom. I needed her expert help, after all. I’m making my own iced tea and I was looking to purchase two containers: one in which to make the tea, the other in which to store it in the fridge. It necessitated a trip to Goodwill and other stores. Mom knew exactly where to go.

Success! Pyrex and Gallon Jug goodness!

Success! Pyrex and Gallon Jug goodness!

I found this Gallon jug, with a spout, for $2.99! Then we went to Bed, Bath and Beyond and I got the 2 Liter Pyrex measuring cup. Last night I whipped up a large batch of iced tea. Took a long time, but this is what happens when you go old school.

Anyway. While we were driving, Mom said, “I would like you to make me one of those couches, so I can put it up on the shelf.” I saw an opening. “Well, you know, the couches only go to those who lounge with me. You are more than welcome to lounge with me and earn the couch.”

So she does it. She pulls the I-gave-excruciatingly-painful-birth-to-you card.

“I gave excruciatingly painful birth to you!”

Guess I’m going to have to make my Mom a couch.