We survived the car ride to my mom's in Moorhead, Minnesota. It went as good as could be expected. No more. No less.
I always change my mom's outgoing message on her answering machine when I'm at her place, just to mess with her. This is what I recorded today: "Hello, this is Anita Anderson. Please leave a message. I love you. You're my best friend." Sure, it wasn't my most creative material, but I did use a voice that made her sound like a moron.
Or maybe it just made me sound like a moron.