My mom has wanted the oil changed in her car for months now. She’s made a couple of attempts to get it done with no success. Remember when I busted her for smoking back in March?
She got the beer and cigarettes after being told by her old mechanic that he was too busy, couldn’t fit her in.
So, last week, Brian was supposed to do it. Each night, it was too late when he got home. He said he’d do it Friday. My mom called at six Friday night, wanting to know where we were. Brian wasn’t home yet. I told her not to worry about it. That I’d take her this week to get it done.
So, this morning, I took her to WalMart. She was very happy.
We went into the store and did some shopping. I did more shopping than she did, which now I wish I hadn’t done. We saw this really neat margarita maker, one that can run on AC or DC current. It holds a gallon. Honestly, I don’t know how good it will be at crushing ice, but I thought it was pretty neat. She said “you don’t drink margaritas” I said “Brian does”. She said “I’ll get it for Brian”, I said “no, we don’t need it, put it back”. She was adamant and put it into the cart.
I bought some more beading stuff, a set of sheets, some big curlers (that are in my hair right now!), a cat toy, an sun tea jar and some more facial scrub. When we get to the checkout, I told her to go first, then I’d go. She said “no, I’ll go first”. Uh, yeah, that’s what I said, mom, you go first. I didn’t go at all. She paid for everything, said “this is part of your next birthday”. *sigh* See why I wish I’d not done so much shopping?
Anyway, they’re supposed to announce when your car is done and they hadn’t called her name yet. But the car was done and I told her to go load it up, I’d take care of the bill. She mildly protested, but not much. After all, she just bought us a margarita maker, a set of sheets (Cal King), rollers for my hair, facial scrub and a cat toy. Picking up the tab for her oil change was the least I could do.
Moms. Gotta love ‘em.
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