EWO~ism

Lord V took EWO and I out for a celebratory EWO birthday dinner last evening.
I had scoured my brain to think of a place to take her that had lots of festive European atmosphere. We decided on Gustuv's Pub and Grill. Their chicken schnitzel is the bomb!

We had a nice time and EWO regaled us with stories of her emigration from Holland to Canada in 1951. I had heard many of her stories growing up but hadn't really gotten the fine details of her actual emigration experience. It was quite fascinating and she was amazingly brave to have forged her way to a new country all alone.

We got back home and EWO disappeared for a few minutes then came back asking me if I noticed anything different about her.

I was downstairs peering up at her as she stood by the railing upstairs and shook my head. Nope. I saw nothing different?

She shook a strange object at me that looked like some dead animal pelt and informed me that she had been wearing a wig!

I hadn't noticed (I am still amazed by that) and told her it looked very natural. She beamed with pride then ducked and hid the thing back in her room when Lord V walked by so he wouldn't know she had been wearing a wig.

Later that night as Lord V and I lay talking in bed he suddenly said:

You know...this morning when your Mother was praying over her oatmeal...her head moved but her hair didn't!

I lost the ability to breathe for 10 minutes.

My chest still hurts this morning from laughing so hard!

Good times, Peeps. Good times.


does this look natural?