I love my mom. But seriously, the last think I want to do after a day at work is drive to Hampstead, Maryland, to hang out with anyone, even the person who gave me life.
But I can be bribed... Mom gave me a call at 5, imagining that we'd made plans for me to come out and assemble her new treadmill. Well, we hadn't. I was annoyed that she assumed. And then...
She told me that she's made spaghetti sauce, from scratch, with tomatoes and herbs fresh from her garden.
I was heading north on 83 in about 10 minutes.
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