So I renamed this blog “Thinking Allowed” some time ago and apparently didn’t allow myself to think on Saturday. I mean, I think you should think that I think about this. Or maybe I should go to my room to think about what I’ve done. Or think about what I didn’t do.
On my mom’s 80th birthday, I posted a photo of my brothers and me, and not one of her. What was I thinking? If you read the comments on that post, you will notice she helped me see the error of my ways.
In an attempt to correct that error, I present this photo of my mother blowing out her 8 candles, each one representing a decade, on Saturday night. You may notice that the candles are not in a cake. They are in brownies.
And these are not ordinary brownies. These are Christine’s brownies, made on Saturday morning in Seattle by Christine herself. These brownies are so good that I need not explain further who Christine is. Like Cher, Madonna, and Liberace, I will simply refer to her with one name. Christine.
But, right. This post is about my mom.
What am I thinking??