Well, no way I could've seen this one coming!

My mom, Flo, has been reinventing the time frame of when to have your 'eyes wide open' and when to impersonate 'Rip Van Winkle' and it is by no means conventional. As the antibiotic fights the current infection that she has, it's a toss up on a nightly basis for how much sleeping will be on the agenda.

So, last night, I'm hoping for the best, and trying to do everything I can to help the sleep process. The lights are out, the TV is off, and Mr. Sandman has been paged as a backup...ready and willing to lend a hand...I mean 'some sand!'

Fifteen minutes go by, and I'm thinking, "Whew!" when out of the darkness comes this voice that says:

"Mare, can I ask you just one question?"

"Sure" I answer thinking...Just when I thought it was safe to come out of the woods!!

Flo says:

"I am 97 years old; soon to be 98. Do you think that it's fair that I should be expected to wash and cut all of these vegetables? I don't think that it's right, and all I want to do is sit down. Someone else should be cutting up all of these...there's so much!!"

Huh?

To which I answered that she was already in bed lying down, and "Forget about that huge pile of vegetables! All's well. G'night Mom!"