Well, get a load of this one:
A couple of weeks ago when I was with Mom, she was wearing a muted plaid jacket I had given her for Christmas. She held her arm up to the light, inspected the jacket and said:
“I don’t know why I ever bought this thing. The color isn’t anything like it looked in the store”
I reminded her that I had purchased the jacket. Hubby was annoyed with me and thought I should have just let it ride (he’s a softy). But when I step in and insist on a move, I want to be able to remind her (whether she remembers or not) about all the totally confused things she’s said and done.
She sounds so much like my mom.
Dusty and I were sitting at the table with mom the other night and she asked if Mic (stray kitty) had had her litter yet and I replied she had brought one little black kitty into the yard, then promptly removed it. Mom looked straight at me and said “well your dad likes black cats, so he should be happy”. Hubby likes Gray Tabby cats and they are the only ones he likes. Dusty asked her if she meant MY real dad or his dad. She then said - while looking straight at hime “your dad”. So we both don’t know if she thought he was one of my deceased brothers or if she just thought hubby liked black cats. You never know what she’ll say.