Today is my Mom’s birthday, but we won’t discuss which birthday it is. Instead of taking her to her favorite restaurant, because there is now way we could get Scott there, we took her to a new restaurant. She has what we thought was a huge love of chicken fried steak, but surprised at least me if no one else when she ordered the pot roast . . .go figure?
We took her to none other than Babe’s Chicken up in Frisco. I think it became her favorite new restaurant, well. . .that was until our waitress figured out it was her birthday (I’m sure the presents under the table didn’t give it away.)
She gathered up a few of the waitresses and placed a crunched up and scrunched up cowboy hat on her head. Then asked her to stand up. . .which she obediently did until she realized there was “dancing” involved. Mom happily received the funnel shaped cup before she realized she was supposed to bite the bottom of the cup so that it rested over her nose forming a beak. . .
“You want me to do what?” She asked horrified. “I’m sure my son could do this much better.”
“I don’t think so,” Scott said as he sunk in his chair and scooted away.
“Are you sure I really need to do this?” Mom asked, desperately trying to figure a way out of this definite embarrassment.
“Just go ahead and do it and you’ll end this awkward situation a lot faster,” I tried to encourage her.
Eventually she did what she was supposed to do, but never got up from sitting in her chair. . .
Talk about a great photo! Now, if you read this blog and you know my Mom, DO NOT tell her you saw this picture. She will kill me!