So my mom has been coming out to visit us for the weekend about every three weeks or so. It's been nice to see more of her, but we don't really do much different with her in town. What can I say? We're boring people.
Much of our time is spent chatting, watching the dogs closely (Jonah is so desperate to get Bugsy to play with him, I almost feel bad, but it's entertaining. We have to watch because Bugsy will get snarly and snappy with no warning and we have to separate them), and going out to eat.
But Mom really knocked this weekend out of the park. Originally the plan was to take her to get a tattoo for her 60th birthday which happened this week, but we couldn't get an appointment with the tattoo parlor we wanted so that is postponed. Instead, she brought along a large bag.
Mom makes and sells things, so that didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was when she informed me that the bag contained all the random papers that were lying around her house - she brought them so she could organize them; she figured she'd have plenty of time here.
Gee, thanks, Mom.