"She's done it again."

My mom just drove into town yesterday afternoon. She had been in Michigan visiting my grandma and traveling around in Illinois and Missouri seeing family and friends. Since she's on her way back home to Harlingen, seeing me in Dallas is the perfect stop to catch up and have a break from driving.

Last night we went to my favorite Italian place, Olive Garden. I know.. it's a chain, but have you had their pasta fagioli soup? lasagna? calamari? tiramasu? So delightful!

So whenever my mom and I are together, I always poke more into our family, the divorce, her heart, etc. Last night was no exception. This time, though, she told me some funny stories about when I was little and what a handful I was.. and quite frankly still am. ha! She said that I always made her laugh and would cut up in front of the camera. There's the story of my mom, brother and me being at the grocery store and my brother tugging on my mom's skirt, pointing at me saying, "She's done it again." And there in the short distance I would be squatting relieving myself on the tile floor. That story makes me laugh every time.

Last night, however, my mom told me one I had never heard. She said that she bought this Slip N' Slide/sprinkler system thing and that most of the kids in the neighborhood would come over to play. My mom said that I unfortunately had trouble with wearing clothes at the time. I've always kind of had trouble with whatever authority was, I felt, "keeping me down." I suppose clothes were that authority then. And my mom said that she would go inside to get drinks for all the kids and my brother would run in seconds later, "She's done it again." And she would belt out a laugh and walk outside to see a pile of clothes, even my days of the week underwear, on the ground, and me running through the sprinkler and sliding without a care in the world.