Anyway, here's a sample of what I have waiting for me when I pick her up:
Me: Well, yeah. It's windy, and the temp's going to drop.
Her: But I don't know how I'm going to carry the present and my blazer; I don't want to get my blouse wrinkled.
Me: Um ... just put the raincoat over the bla ... why would you worry about getting your blouse wrinkled if you're going to be wearing a blazer over it? [NOTE: Mother's raincoat is a very stylish London Fog that, because of its shape, looks sort of like one of those structures that houses snow salt. Which means the blazer would fit fine underneath the coat.]
Her: I don't care if it gets wrinkled once I have the blazer on ...
Pray for me, everyone.













BAH! tell granny hello.
And GOOD LUCK.