Don't touch the pillows!

You would think that my mom would have learned by now that if you tell us, and by us I mean everyone in the family, not to touch/do/say something, chances are we are going to do it. And, not just do it, but do it times twenty. This doesn't work well in Mom's home because she has some interesting rules. I won't even begin to tell you about the french doors to the master suite. Let's just say that at least now I have a better understanding of where my OCD tendencies come from.

These rules and the events that we break them at usually result it extreme laughter, especially between me, Karin, Stacey, Jeremy, and Mike while Mom purses her lips in an almost smirk and projects "the look" at us. (I think "the look" is actually her trying to keep herself from laughing. Like she doesn't want us to see that she thinks it's funny too.)

The latest of these included her new red beaded pillows on her couch. We were given very detailed instructions that if we were to sit on the new couch that these special red pillows would need to be placed gently on the ottoman and were not to be touched anymore than necessary to do that very thing.

Of course, as soon as she left the room to finish lunch, we did exactly what she told us not to...

I have a feeling that Jeremy is going to be in the most amount of trouble after Mom reads this!

P.S. Hi Mom! Yes we do this stuff often, which I'm sure you know, especially now. Usually there isn't photographic evidence. We all love you and without your "house rules" we wouldn't have near as much fun together as a family!