Mom Rolls Her Own

I called my mom last night. The weekend was fun, but very busy, so I didn't make the usual weekend call, something that she mentioned over the phone.

"You forgot about me this weekend, didn't you?" Mom half-joked.

"No, Mom, but I didn't get in until late both nights and thought I'd wait," I responded.

"Well, you know I'm up late," she said.

"Yes, Mom, but I was tired and not in the mood for a long conversation, but I'm calling now," I said, "So what has been going on?"

"Well, I've rolled twenty cigarettes today," she stated proudly.

"Rolled?" I said, imagining her in the back of Cheech and Chong's van rolling doobies and asking where they put the Funyuns and Cheetos.

"Yeah," Mom said, "Amy (my niece) brought me some pipe tobacco, papers, and filters."

In an effort to save money on cigarettes, Mom has taken to rolling her own cigarettes from the aforementioned materials. She went through the cost comparisons with me and it sounds like a savings, but an odd way to go about it.

"And you can't tell the difference in them," she added.

I laughed at the idea, but Mom apparently rolled cigarettes for her father many, MANY years ago when my grandpa lost the tip of his middle finger in a mechanical incident. Apparently she was pretty good at it, according to him.

The image of Mom rolling cigarettes obviously makes me think of her doing the same for more illicit substances, but she is the type of person who would have watched "Reefer Madness" as a serious morality film rather than the comedic cult hit it is today.

Heh... Funyuns...

Dressed for Work

It's not often I have to wear a tie to work, but the occasional meeting does pop up.

I do need to pay attention to the color combinations more when I do. Even though I picked out the shirt/tie combo I planned to wear last night, I changed my mind this morning when I picked a different jacket.

I hate having to make color judgments at 5 AM when the lighting is dim and I'm only half-awake.