My mother-in-law cooked our lunch for Valentine's Day yesterday. I knew it would be hard to get Moma up to go, so I told her she could just go in her gown and housecoat, but to comb her hair.
On the way down there, Kerry heard her mutter "Lord, forgive me for going out looking like a tramp".
She was always dressed to the nines (whatever that means), in other words dressed up in very good taste. She never so much as had a hair out of place. So, this season of her life must seem very "tramp-like".
Gotta love her.
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