Old People Are Cute

On Mother's Day, I joined my parents at the Hobart Elks for the annual Mother's Day Brunch. The food wasn't bad. I tried not to get offended when the guy gave me a rose too. What? I have ovaries, so I must be a Mom? I know that they are erring on the side of caution, but when I state that I am not a Mom and then a rose is still trust on me...I do get slightly off put. I shouldn't get the rose. While Cecelia is my "baby" and I am her "mommy" ~ I am not quite so nutty to think that this earns me a "Mother's Day" title. Yes, she's my baby. But I know she's a dog.

I digress.

I saw the cutest old man. I hear his name is Willard. Even. Better. Seriously, where

do you get not only a pale yellow suite, but matching leather shoes!? It was so much fun to see. THEN, I was told that Willard has an old lady. No one seemed to remember her name though ~ just that she makes it very clear that they aren't married, just living together. What a hoochie. But I guess when you can get your man to dress like you. You heard me right...they matched. She had a pale yellow suit and pale yellow shoes. Love. It.