Actually, the word was a comment: "Why aren't I in your blog?"
Mom demanded equal time, and, well, we're here to hand it over. I had plenty of photographs to choose from – and all of them I liked – however her judgement calls varied from, "Not the one with the black brassiere!" to "Not the one where my teeth look like a horse's!"
So, as this is not the place for brassieres and horses – though possibly of horses wearing brassieres – I bring you, stage right, a portrait of my mother taken by her best friend, and judging by the hairstyle and the wallpaper pattern, dating from the early '60's. And the first person who inquires which century gets black-balled from Vox. I can do it, too.
Next, if we look out the left window, we see a family portrait. It's a favorite, because not only does Mom look handsome, but she is wearing a FIERCE black and white checked top with a portrait collar. Love it. Balanced on her lap is the young Aubrey, little knowing that she will grow up into the famous oddity which types this entry today.
One note – notice the lollipops I'm reaching for? They're significant. The only way I would let my picture be taken would be if I was given candy as payment. It was a sweet racket I had going on. The way some people demand blood money, I demanded blood sugar money.
Anyway, we're equal now. All serene.