For her birthday on Thursday (lazy blogger, I am), we accompanied my Mom to Tosca’s for Dinner. I love Tosca’s. Their food makes me weep gently for each bite, as each is closer to the last.

I got a few fiction books to entertain her, a few home design books to inspire her, and a basket of wine, cheese, and snacks to munch on while she read. I also included a box of Bertie Botts jelly beans which include flavors such as vomit, grass, dirt, and boogers. I suggested she innocuously offer them to a doctor or two where she works.

The funny thing of this was that as I was buying my Mom some fiction, the voice of her friend Bob popped into my head saying that he never really reads fiction. The second funny thing was: He never told me this. My Mom did. As I find fiction to be more brain candy and prefer to read something technical, I started feeling that I should put some meaty books in with the cake books. Bob guided me to the kayak section, which I flat out told him that even though my Mom might talk about kayaking all the time, she is not a kayaker. Then, I think he headed off to the engineering or “DIY rocket mastery section” leaving me right near interior design, where I picked up some books on feng shui and design. Wait. Don’t say anything about this. He’ll think I’m crazy…which, I am obviously not.

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