My mom can't come to the blog right now. She's just returned from the beauty shop, where she got a full 18 inches of her hair cut off and her bangs trimmed properly by a trained professional. Normally she spreads newspaper over the bathroom counter top and hacks away with a pair of dull pinking shears, but after my very vocal protestations, she relented, put the damn things away, and made an appointment at the FancyPants place near the grocery store.
(She wasn't in the car five minutes, though, before she moussed said bangs into a configuration that can only be described as "Texas Polygamist Wife Meets the Ladies of Jersey Shore", so it would appear we've got some work to do.)
There has been a lot of stitching going on, and I'm sure that Mo-ther will want to tell you all about it in all its gory detail, but that will have to wait until Tuesday. There are groceries to be bought, pies to be picked up, hams to be warmed, and then Dyngusing to be Dyngused before all is said and done.
Don't know what Dyngus Day is? It's the Monday after Easter and apparently celebrated in the Polish community. The local folks do a lot of dancing, eating, and drinking of beer on that day, and from what I gather it's also a day for a lot of hand shaking by politicians. Mom has never partaken, but she once worked with a lady who told her that on Dyngus Day all the boys in town are supposed to hit the girls on the legs with switches, and all the girls are supposed to throw water on the boys. (And you thought Greeks were a little nuts!)
If you're so inclined, please have a Happy Easter and a lovely weekend. Until we meet again, I remain...