Dad's text woke me early. Something came up. Pick up Mom? Meet you at the Lodge.
Hrumph. He'd better not miss her debut as a baking superstar or neither of us would hear the end of it. The original chime was followed by a rapid-fire slew of musical pings as my phone delivered texts from my mother that told me, in no uncertain terms, I was in for a very, very bad morning.
8AM sharp
Wear something nice
Don't be late
Bring my red spatula
Never mind found it
Where's my diamond earrings?
That was for your father
8AM SHARP
And that was just a selection of the madness. Sigh.
Mom was waiting for me at the door when I pulled up to her front walk. I didn't get to exit the car to help her down the path, even though there was no need. Dad did a great job clearing snow and ice from the stone. Still, I was positive if Mom wasn't careful she'd fall anyway she was moving so fast.