I get it from my mother.


It’s my mom’s fault.  I’m just saying.

When we were kids, I remember how my mom came home from her library job one Christmas, wearing a Santa Claus suit.  Beard, hat, the works.  She drove herself home like that.  We were nonplussed.  She was deflated.  She still reminds us of how hard she tried to get us to laugh.

So, I blame mom.  (I have no clue who my driver Jim blames.)

(thanks to passenger Curt Sawyer for the pic)