Stupid question: Is it just me or is Mom getting ash trays for coasters weird? Worse yet, she can't figure out that they are ash trays. I thought the rim with places for cigarettes would be a clue. I bought her real coasters after her protest she doesn't need to buy coasters, but needs new coasters to set her drinks on.
Drove Mom to her house, finished sister project, helped fill dumpster, made a charity run, checked all turned off, and drove Mom to her apartment. Then waited looking at old photos until time to eat a free supper at a bar and grill. Then went home to walk cat, pulled him off a tree limb cubby hole, carried him home, and now ready for bed. How was your day?
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