My mother had her gallbladder removed today.
She sailed through the operation (go Mom!) and did so well she was discharged this afternoon - and now she's home, being cosseted and pampered by my step-father.
He called me this afternoon to report how she was getting along, and I could hear her in the background, wondering aloud how my family was doing. There was perhaps the slightest suggestion of pie-eyed in her voice.
'Can I talk to her?' Rich snorted and passed the phone over.
'Hi, Momma! Are you really loopy?'
There was a short silence. 'That's Lupe to you', she said, and spoiled it with a giggle.
and somewhere, the Beatles begin to sing
Picture yourself in a boat on a river......
Yup. I got her sense of humour.