In the interest of keeping it real - this post was composed about a month ago. I just never hit "publish".
This afternoon my mother put herself further down the "people I'll go to for advice" ladder.
Don't forget this is the same woman who uttered the words "cookies on the oven burner? just leave it there and it will bake right off. don't worry about it" right before my oven burst into flames.
I wore a pair of cords to church Sunday because I knew that we were going out afterwad and I didn't want to be uncomfortable.
I wore them all day not knowing that anything was wrong.
Today I realized - as i walked into the building and my ankles were cold - that these pants have become high waters.
I called her to see why she didn't tell me. "I thought they looked cute."
Cropped cords? This isn't Florida!