Mom's Who Volunteer You....

Ok...I love my Mother, but too often she assumes I have no plans (which all too often is true...but I digress) and tells people I'll do this or that - usually favors for people involving computers and cameras. Well, we get to the weekend of the 4th and I'm thinking I'll go to downtown Greensboro and see the Revolutionary War re-enactors at Blandwood - spend my Sunday afternoon out somewhere that has potential for meeting new people besides Match.com. I had my entire Sunday mapped out in my head on Friday afternoon and was feeling good about a weekend where I had something to do. Saturday morning, I head off with the top down on the convertible. After a stop to pick up my cousin, Bri, we arrive at my friend, Cindy's house. As we're sitting in the kitchen chatting, the cell phone rings - it's my mother calling from the church telling me she's volunteered me to video tape a funeral on Sunday afternoon. I'm sure if your reading this, you're thinking what person in their right mind wants a tape of a funeral (in this case it's the grandchild who couldn't get here from Maine for the service). Cindy & Bri's faces as they listened to my conversation told me they were floored at the concept. What's really bad is this is the 3rd funeral I've taped at my church. How did I get this job and am I stuck with it for life??? Oh...I remember how - Mom. There are disadvantages to your mother having her office at the church and being a technologically literate person who's known for having time to spare in the summer. So, I guess now I'm off to relive the funeral as I dub it to DVD to mail to Maine.