My family room is two and one half stories high. One one side is a little "cut out" section which opens up to my office on the second floor. I am there right now, working on my computer. My mother is below, in the family room, talking to Harrison.
I wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying until I hear this:
My mother: "I think we need to buy your mother a new shirt."
Harrison: "Yeah, I know, her clothes are getting too big."
My mother:"She is ridiculous. Look at this shirt!"
(I peek out to see what she's holding: it's Chairman Mao 1)
Harrison: "Oh, that's her old shirt. She has a new, smaller one like that."
My mother: "As I said, I think we need to buy her a new shirt."
Maybe it really is time for a new image.
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