Redneck Tuxedo

Yesterday, I got Mom up at 8am, gave her coffee and reminded her that we needed to be out the door by 9:30am to go and get her heart halter.

I took in a bagel with fig jam (her third favorite breakfast, but the fastest) and went to get dressed.

I came down to check on her ~ and there she is all dressed ~ in an outfit that was at least two sizes too small.  I had a flashback to Dad wearing Mom's clothes.

I asked her why didn't she wear one of the new outfits that were a bit loose and easy and comfortable.  Ones that were carefully arranged on the left side of her closet, where it was easy to get.  

Left side 

Right side

Mom actually told me she did that just to get me to get excited.  So, I didn't get excited.  I did ask her if she wanted me to help her fix her shirt and she said "No".  Even when I told her that she had her tank top undershirt on backwards and you could read "Jockey for Her XL" in the V of her top.  

Nope, she did not want my help.

So I took her to the cardiologist at Duke Heart.  I wheeled her into the room and they aides were trying to get the monitor on her, but they could not get under her tight shirt under her tight jacket.  So, I helped her to stand, got the jacket off and pulled up her shirts and saw the white underware at her waist with the tight jeans at her hips - not buttoned or zipped.

When I shared my adventures with Amy, she told me that seeing the backwards "wife beater" with the size on it was a Redneck Tuxedo.  

It was funny.  Except now I wonder if the staff thinks I dressed her like that!!!!  Oh well.

Love, Leslie