Part of the family lore is my mother's mangling of aphorisms and phrases. We call these "Momisms". She will say things like:
"He does not have two wooden nickels to rub together" (broke) or "She must have stepped in something" (lucky, implying that she stepped in dog poop and this is karma balancing out) or "Made out like a banshee indian" (a conjunction of "scream like a banshee" and "made out like a bandit")
Last year, we noticed that every gift from Mom for my brother Tom was labelled To Tom, Love Mom and every gift from Mom for my brother-in-law Tom was labeled To Tom, From Mom. Hilarity ensued.
Today's xmas Momism: She wrote nice card's to each of us, wishing us a merry xmas and a successful new year. My brother Kevin was specifically wished "All good things for 1907" Helluva big laugh.
Of course, both my sister and I left the price on gifts this year - also a mom tradition. Whenever one of us does that, we look at the other and mouth "MOM" - a silent acknowledgement that we are heading that way as well.
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