As you know, we moved Mom to assisted living this weekend. On Tuesday, I was at her old apartment to meet the movers. Move was coming down the hall from getting her hair did.
AIDE: (Pushing Mom in a wheel chair) Is that your daughter?
MOM: YES! That's my daughter!
AIDE: What is her name?
MOM: Rachel. No wait not Rachel, Laura.
LL: Hey Mom.
MOM: Hey sweetheart.
LL: When did they rearrange your new room?
MOM: What? My room has been rearranged?
LL: Well, I would guess you were in it at the time...
MOM: I want to go to my old apartment.
MOM: I need to go in my bedroom.
LL: What for?
MOM: I need to get my sports bras.
LL: There gone.
MOM: What do you mean they are gone?
LL: You haven't worn a bra in weeks.
MOM: Well, I am wearing one now.
LL: Mom, they are gone. Everything in here is packed up and the movers are moving it.
MOM: Well gosh, I had a small fortune in sports bras.