Where's Waldo, I mean, Mom?

I have this tag at the bottom of some of my blog posts. It's this one: "Making Fun of Mom." It's languishing away. We don't want that. (I'm using the word "we" a little loosely, here. For example, I'm pretty sure that in this case "we" doesn't include Mom. I'm sure she's delighted to give that little label a well-deserved rest.)

Remember my romantic anniversary post about my beautiful wedding?

You, know, the one crashed by Darth Maul?

Mom said to me, "You know, every time I heard that story, I always wondered: Where was I while this was happening?"

(P.S. Do you see her? Maybe there was a rack full of shoes back there. Shoes on sale.)