I'm not talking about me (I'm not crazy, am I?). I'm talking about my mom. (Which if you answered "yes" to the last question, would explain a few things.)
My mom is an incredibly awesome, fun-loving person who has this terrific zest for life. This woman knows how to live. She's been all over the world, and has done so many things.
So when I was talking to her this morning, she had some exciting news to share. "I'm going zip-lining!" (She's sixty-five years old, in case you were wondering.)
"That's awesome!" I said. Then I told her that was on my bucket list.
"Too bad you don't live closer," she said. "Then we could do it together!"
"Yeah," I agreed. "We'd have a blast doing a lot of things!" Then I thought about the rest of my bucket list. "Hey, do you want to go sky diving?"
She laughed. "That's not real high on my bucket list. But maybe if I get Alzheimer's I'll do it, because I'll think I'm jumping off the sofa or something!"
Excellent. So maybe it'll look like this: One demented one-hundred and ten year old woman jumps out of an airplane with her crazy ninety-year-old daughter. . . Hopefully we'll remember our parachutes!