So I'm in Nebraska right now, visiting mon and her husband for the night. The only thing is, we kinda neglected to tell her I was coming.
She directs a bridge game on Saturdays. When I got here I wrapped my coat tight, pulled a scarf over my hair, and went in. "Hi! Is it too late to get into a game?"
"Yes, but you're welcome to stay and watch."
"Oh good." I reached up and pulled the scarf down, and her eyes got big.
I'm a brat. And everyone in the room knew I was coming, except mom.
P.S. It's freezing here! And there's white death all over the ground.
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