Hi ho, MMMLOGerinos!

Yesterday I gushed about my mom's 80th birthday and how she could make her 80th memorable, indeed . . . well, she did it!

Though she passed on the Sharpie drawn caterpillar eyebrows idea, Mom dug out a Mexican embroidered muumuu that Dad had given her years ago. Plopped my grandmother's grey wig on her head, donned tennis shoes and socks, accessorized with a long sparkly crystal necklace, dangly earrings and a cane and tottled off to the beauty shop. My sister was waiting there to take pictures of the shock and awe Mother created with her very fashion-challenged old woman attire.

Mother went in the shop, took a seat in the waiting area and not one person recognized her. Finally, her stylist asked my sister where Mom was because she was unusually late. Mother arose and caned her way to Carol's chair. It wasn't until Mother spoke that Carol, and everyone else, realized it was Mom. I'm told there was much general hoo-haaing in disbelief and congratulation of Mother for her successful joke. It certainly was a birthday to remember, especially when one perfect red rose was delivered to Mother, who read the card aloud, "From Robert Swan." Now, of course everyone in the shop wants to know who the hell is sending Mother a lover's rose . . . especially Carol. Robert Swan is very dear to the women in my family and has sent beautiful flowers to each of us at just the right moment, when we really needed to be treated special.

And who is Robert Swan? Wouldn't you just like to know . . . and if you do, email me. There might be something in it for ya.

Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMelinda