We got off to a bit of a rocky start. Or rather, Mom thought it was rocky. I actually thought it was HILARIOUS. You see, Mom is not a big fan of bridges, so I decided right on top of one that I needed a break. A long, stubborn, plant your butt in the cement and refuse to move kind of break. Once Mom started to sweat I actually started to feel sorry for her so we moved on.
So I could make her sweat again:
In the end, it was hard to tell who needed a cocktail more!