I was at my mom's house this weekend teaching her how to use her new BlackBerry (yes, I am a certified Mom IT specialist; I also taught her how to drag things into the Recycle Bin on her computer) when she ran to her REAL LIFE recycling bin to pull out the New York Times' Style magazine from a few weeks back.
"I saw something in here," she said. "And I thought, Una would have a field day with this!"
(Turns out, though, that I didn't even need to have a field day because my mom's comments are so awesome by themselves. Observe...)
"Is this it? I think this is the one..."
"Doesn't she look like The Exorcist? It looks like snakes are about to come out of her eyes!"
"Or this one..."
"There's your poster girl for fashion. What man would look at this woman on the street and say, 'Hey baby, how you doin'?'... I mean, he'd have to be totally demented. She's one step away from spitting on you."
See? I come by my sass honestly.