I'm never quite sure when Mom and I go out for an afternoon
whether I will end up claiming her or not.
We were at a flea market in Jacksonville
and she was off searching out treasures,
while I was ambling around doing the same.
Eventually, I felt someone standing near me at a table;
too near me for my comfort zone.
Someone dark-haired, I surmised from a surreptitious glance.
Finally I turned toward them full-faced
and saw ~ this!
Aside from its blackmail possibilities,
it is a pretty fair depiction of
my mother's interpretation of life:
Never Quit Having Fun!
(Or attempting to embarrass your daughter)
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