The fundraiser is tonight I’m at the brink of a mental breakdown. My stress-levels are through the roof and I woke up this morning with my body so cramped and cranky, my shoulders were up by my ears. Enter my mom, who takes me to a fabulous breakfast, and a massage. Afterward, already feeling more at ease, I suggested we take a quick drive to check in on a few of my friends.
Seriously, how can you be stressed looking at that kind of beauty? Those eyelashes, the graceful long legs, the sweet gilted walk. She had me at hello.
My mom was quickly hooked too. She grabbed some nearby weeds and we began feeding our African friends, who I’ve named Sand and Sable.
This is where she is lecturing them that the next time she comes to Arizona, she wants to see some “baby girrafos.” Giraffos because my mom tries to speak Spanish around me and can’t, knowing full well this sort of attempt makes me hold my sides I laugh so hard. And babies because this woman is desperate for grandchildren and she’s more than likely going to get them sooner from a source other than her two children. I walked away with my hands over my ears saying, “Same speech, different giraffo.”
While we were in the neighborhood…
Indeed, I am much less stressed now. I just needed a suburban safari. And a big glass of shiraz with lunch.
~K