and it was a thing of beauty. She was going on about my hypochondriac grandmother, just on a real venting tirade the likes of which I've never seen, and said "She doesn't have diverticulitus. Dad did. But she's been picking seeds out of her tomaters for twenty years for no reason. You see? I have had to go to restaurants with this woman, and watch her dissect tomaters, for twenty fuckin' years."
My life is complete. A thousand baby angels got their wings tonight. Also, my mom is awesome. She holds a grudge like no other and can really get up in your business, and part of me thinks that she really gets off on self-sacrificing so much, but that doesn't diminish the fact that damn this woman would do anything for her family. I really want her to have an awesome self-pampering vacation sometime, but she'd probably hate it.