Spent a LOT of time with VonMom this weekend.
For the first time ever in her life, she had to take her car in for repairs by herself.
Now, even though she has NEVER helped me out in this situation, I ended up driving her for a day.
Met her at the repair place, drove her to pick up dinner, drove her home.
Saturday morning - drove past the diner to pick her up and take her to the diner, drove her home.
About an hour later - took her back to repair place to pick up her car.
I'm still a shit, though. I felt the need to remind her she has never once not ever done the same for me. When I had need of a ride, the standard, the ONLY response was "Call your friends". I'm just storing up the good mojo on this for the next time she yells at me for anything.
Upside to spending time with her are the little gems she says every now and then.
"I LIKE Black Sabbath" (I spit my coffee out at this one)
"I want to try a Chik A Fil (that's how she said it, over and over and over) sandwich. But now I feel like I can't go, because it's bad. Like when I decided to become a citizen, but then I couldn't because George Bush was in office, and that would have been bad."
I'm glad she got her car back. Really, really glad. And I know who NOT to call the next time mine breaks down.