Whooped My Mama Goooood

Last night my wonderful mother came over to hang out with me (Kyle was working late).  We had a lot of fun talking about politics [just kidding, my mother patiently listened to my rants so we could move on more interesting topics], my sisters, life, careers, and food.  I tried to make the awesome spaghetti squash dish that Kyle makes, but as I was cutting open that stubborn gourd I realized I have never watched Kyle make that dish before.  I knew the ingredients, the process, and the timing, but I had no idea what it should look like during the various steps.  It ended up not being as good as Kyle's (I think it was undercooked, too much sauce, and too much cheese [I know, I know "there can never be too much cheese!"]) but my mother suffered through it anyway.  Thanks mom!

While it was cooking, I treated my mother to one of my apple spice muffins and we played Hand and Foot.  I'm not sure if I've every played one-on-one with my mom before, but I have memories of playing with my mom and grandma when I was in middle school, and this summer I played with my mom and Aunt Cindy (and I think Emily joined in once?).  I really enjoy the game, and yesterday I got a bit of an adrenalin rush (yes, it's technically epinephrine).  I won every hand.  We didn't get to play the very last hand, but here's what the score sheet looked like when we had to leave to meet the Auxiliary Board Member:

Me = Mom; Her = Jasmin

Mom kept score, so "me" is actually mom and "her" is me.  That's right, folks - I whooped my mama gooood!  When we got back from the meeting, I said "sorry we didn't get to finish; we can finish it up next time" and she said "uh, I think we can just start over again next time."  Apparently there was no coming back from my 5,700 point lead.

This one was for you, Aunt Cindy & Bridget!