Lucky for most of you, you don’t have a weird Mom. Unlucky for my girls, they were born to a weirdo.
I spent a good portion of the weekend in the closet.
We are FINALLY going to gut and redo our master closet; top to bottom, side to side.
I was cleaning out bins, cabinets, shelves, boxes, you name it.
I found my Dad’s resume from 1970. I found diaries from 1979.
I found letters from my Grandma, my Brother and every card that was ever given to me. **MEMORY HOARDER**
I have my wedding planning-spiral notebook and every shower/wedding card. That is 23 years in the saving and the empty bottle of champs from our honeymoon.
I don’t even remember drinking champagne.
I also found the WEIRD.
What is it with Moms and saving the weird?
I found teeth.
Yes human teeth. And not just one box, but three boxes.
I’m pretty sure one box contained MY teeth, because my weirdness does not fall far from the weird tree.
I distinctly remember my Mom bringing down a box at Thanksgiving a few years back.
See, I came by the weird naturally, she drove from GA to FL with my baby teeth in her suitcase.
So, what does a weird mom do?
She puts them under the pillow of her 18 year old daughter while she is at work.
Along with someones teeth, I added a pamplet on how to give a self breast exam.
18 year old was none too pleased; Linds didn’t find the humor in the ‘under the pillow surprise party.’
Me? I thought it was hilarious and she’s just lucky I didn’t save her first dirty diaper.