So I’m prepping for my colonoscopy this weekend (which is so much easier when you don’t have a colon, let me tell you) and my wonderful mother stocked the kitchen with broth and jell-o before her trip, because knowing dad… Well, if dad was in charge of that task, I wouldn’t have anything to eat today.
Ideally, mom wouldn’t have left at all, but she picked up this really cool trip bringing TED audience members out to wherever they’re filming it, and she had Jesse Williams on her flight! She said she contained her fangirling. There was also a writer on board, but she’s terrible with names. She’ll have to look him up. Didn’t get to talk to him since she was working the front of the plane, but I know if she were on the back half, she would have given all her free time to him just to bring the conversation back to me. So I guess I forgive her for not being around this weekend.
Right, so my mom is amazing and I want her life. I think she feels guilty for passing Familial Polyposis on, but it’s not like she had a choice. But yeah. I love when she shares these small moments from her day. I dunno, I guess the best parts of her day become the best parts of my day sometimes, and this time especially since, y'know, colonoscopy. I’m just so glad to have her for my mother. Crappy (pun alert) genes and all.