But I found out what the project Mother was working on really was...
A few days ago, I mentioned the fact that I had trained Mother to no longer carry plastic bags with us on our walks. Just last night, in fact, I made another deposit at the gravel bank as we were concluding our walk. So when Mother heard they were having a Derby Party and potluck at work, it seemed obvious to her what she should bring in.
According to Mother, these are "horsie brownies".
Mother's coworkers are not horse people. I am not sure this will seem like the obvious choice to them. And I must say, the amount of industry and time put into this endeavor... well, she should have been up here with me. I mean, is this kind of a serving dish really necessary? Especially considering it required a hacksaw to help create it?!?
|The serving dish for "horsie brownies".|
Yes, Mother cut up a box and put aluminum foil on it and shortened an unused old wood handle with a hacksaw and cobbled it together. SERIOUSLY?!?
The good news, even though she did not come to visit me, is I guess I am always on her mind. I'm not sure this is really the image I want her to have of me, though...
|Gooey, moist, caramel-filled horsie brownies...|
Would someone please adopt me? I am dying from embarrassment. She'll tell everyone about my littering, I'm sure.
Oh, no! What if she tells those humans the coat story? Word will spread, then everyone will know.
I'll never be able to hold my head up again...