As we were walking up to Turf Paradise, the local horse racing track…
Liam: “Every time we come here, there’s a plastic bag flying around the parking lot.”
My mother: “Maybe that’s a sign we should bet on a horse with ‘plastic’ or ‘bag’ in its name.”
Liam: “Or maybe it’s just a sign that people should start recycling, but okay.”
Things my mother REALLY doesn’t like…violence, guns, tattoos, motorcycles, and men with long hair, so NOTHING about this conversation makes sense.
Mom: You watch Sons of Anarchy, right?
Me: Yeah. Why?
Mom: There’s a quiz online for you to find out which character would be your husband. (Sends link)
Me: Lol…okay. Mom where did you find this, you’ve never even seen an episode of that show.
Mom: I got Jax and from description he looked pretty good. Heh heh heh.
Me: Jesus, Mother.
And, mom…because I know you’re going to read this…a gift from me to you.
Please excuse the fact that he looks like sexy Jesus, here.
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 