This pretty much sums up why my mother and I get along so well. We are currently at my parents’ beach condo, without my dad, having the first stress-free holiday that either of us can remember.  We had an enjoyable evening drinking champagne and playing Trivial Pursuit.  At one point in the middle of the game, I announced:  “I’ll be right back — I’m going to the bathroom.  Do you want anything?”

To which she replied: “No, not from the bathroom.”

Whereupon we laughed until we were gasping for mercy.

I wish all of my readers a merry merriness, and a happy happiness.