Chocolate

My cousin is marrying one of my good friends this summer. Knowing that a wedding is coming up, my mother has vowed to drop ten pounds in time for Mikey's wedding. She has said this for a while now, but decided that yesterday was her starting point. Meaning today was the miserable day two!

After taking Shea to the park for a nice long walk together, I dropped my mother and Shea off and headed out to get a few groceries that my mother needed. I know, so kind of me. I mean it's not like she ever does anything for me.

When at my parents' house, we always lock the front glass door because Shea, being the tricky little bugger that he is, has figured out how to nose it open. I returned with the couple of groceries and knocked on the locked door. My mother came to let me in and I noticed something on her face. What, you might ask? Chocolate! A big ole glob of chocolate smeared across her face. I may as well have caught her looking like this:

When I told her she had something on her faced she giggled it off, thinking I was joking with her. Once I got a better look, I told her to go wipe the chocolate off her face. And no lie (well, actually, a big lie) she replied, "There's not chocolate on my face. I didn't have any chocolate." I immediately made her stop rubbing at her face and brought her to the mirror where she conceited to being busted.

Without rubbing it in or picking on her, I made one simple statement, "Lose ten pounds before Mikey's wedding."

I know she can do it. Although, with open arms, Jeff will be around a little bit in June! With that, my mother is requesting one of these:

Yes, that is homemade by Jeff. I know, it looks professional!