We went over to Mom's today for lunch, as usual. It made me laugh while I was there. She's been doing some cleaning, shredding old papers. Apparently, she ran across a box of my old stuff in the closet. She was going through some of it and ran across a letter. She gave me this whole buildup about how upset she was when she read. How, if she had known what had happened, she would have sued the company. I'm like, "What are you talking about?".
She finally shows me this letter. It was an old joke letter, supposedly from Playgirl Magazine. A rejection letter saying there was no way in hell they could ever print a body as ugly as mine in their magazine. I finally got her calmed down and explained, I had never submitted my body to Playgirl and the letter was all a joke. Mothers, sometimes.:)
Oh well, time for bed.