Oh, mother

My mother found a way to lock herself out of the house on Friday. On top of that, her car battery was dead. Were it not for the kindness of a pair of FOPs (Friends of the Pug) who came to her rescue, she would have probably frozen to death -- if she had not starved first. While mother was enjoying a bountiful feast at the stately FOP manor, I was stuck inside the ayatollah compound for about 12 hours straight -- with no dinner until the wee hours of the morning. It is not an experience I wish to repeat. At around 9:30, I prayed that Allah would grant me opposable thumbs so that I could open the door and step outside. But the evening did not leave me bitter. In fact, in the spirit of the season, I left mother a present on the rug.