By special request - another Mother story.
One day my Mom and I were having lunch when she keeps staring at my chin.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I see a double chin," Mom said. "You'd better start exercising again." Visions of jumping in the air and smacking myself on the chin fleeted through my head.
"I am dieting, I gave up donuts," I said.
"But not brownies, cookies, chocolate, or cupcakes," she said as she pointed to my pantry. "Double is bad. Double chin, double belly, double self. Everything double is bad."
"I'm not! Double patties, double chocolate, double by-pass heart surgery, double trouble. See? Everything double is bad. One day your husband will look at you and think, hmmm, I need a new wife. That would be double wife. That's bad."
"That's not fair, he's got a bit of a double chin too!"
She nodded sagely. "Double standard. I told you everything double is bad."
Damn, she's good.