My mother, space cadet

So I called my Mom yesterday. We chatted for a while about how our respective Christmases went, what we're doing for New Year's, jobs, pets, etc.

Finally, it comes to this:

TK: Ok, well I gotta go and get some work done so I can leave on time.
Mom: Oh, you're still at work?
(Note: My mother continually forgets that there is a six hour time difference between us. Which is why I occasionally get calls at 2:00 in the morning)
TK: Yeah, for a few more hours and then we're (the wife and I) going out to dinner.
Mom: Oh, how nice. Where are you going?
TK: Place called Dom's in the North End.
Mom: Oh, that sounds lovely. Are you just going for fun, or is there something exciting?

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TK: Um... it's our wedding anniversary...
Mom: OH! OH! Oh sweetie, I'm SO SO SO sorry! I can't - no, I didn't forget. See, here's the thing! I woke up this morning and said to myself - you must remember to call TK on the 28th! I just didn't know when the 28th was.
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OK. So here's the thing... that goofy excuse about not knowing when the 28th was? I totally buy it. Because that's the kind of dizzy shit my mom will say. I love her to death, and she is hands down one of the smartest and classiest women I know. But sometimes she just gets... goofy. It's actually somewhat endearing. She's unbelievably sweet, and part of it is that mix of smarts, sophistication, and utter cluelessness. So she is forgiven.

My sister, on the other hand... not so much.

And yes, my mother does frequently start her sentences with "Oh!"

If I don't get around to writing anything before Monday, have a wonderful and safe and spectacular New Years.