She makes even normal situations fun.
I'll give you an example.
Most nights find us at my sister's house quilting. (My mom believes that all weddings should involve homemade quilts. We're working on quilt #2. It's beautiful, but I have holes in my fingers from the needles.
Last night we were quilting, discussing life's problems, when the house shook. Really, it shook. The windows rattled, the walls creaked, and we all just looked at each other. "Was that an earthquake?" we asked.
Mom called Dad who was two streets over, watching the Olympics. "Did the house just shake?" she asked him. He said no.
My sister got up and walked around the house, checking on her girls as she went. They were fine.
Concluding that it was not an earthquake we went back to quilting.
Later that night my sister-in-law called. "It was a gas leak. A house exploded a few blocks away." And when she gave us the address Mom thought it was the home of one of her friends. When we left my sister's house later that night Mom said, "Let's go see where the explosion was."
We couldn't get anywhere near where the explosion was. There were emergency vehicles everywhere. I'm guessing they had to call for help from the neighboring towns...Pleasant Grove doesn't have that many cops. We were nearing a stop sign and I said, "Let's turn left." Mom immediately turned her blinker on...but it was the right blinker. "Left Mom," I said. The blinker didn't change. "Mom, let's turn left," I said again, and then she turned right. "Okay, I guess we can turn right but now we're going away from the explosion." And then she started laughing...a lot.
"Noelle, that was left. I thought we were going left. Oh I'm losing my mind." A few minutes later she said, "I'm going to turn right." And then she turned left.
One time in Brazil we were driving down the street and Mom heard a ticking noise.
"What's that noise?" she asked. I didn't hear it. "What is it?" she asked again. I still didn't hear it. "Oh my word, what if it's a bomb???" (and she asked it in all seriousness.) I finally heard the noise she was talking about. "Mom, that's not a bomb, it's your blinker." Oh that lady...
End of Tangent
This morning we drove back to the explosion sight. Mom said that word on the street (and Mom's street is Curves where she exercises every morning) is that the home was very likely a Meth Lab. (But you know how women get when we talk...who knows what's true.) We pulled in between three news vans and some emergency vehicles and I quickly took a picture...just for you.
It's the best I could do. There was a cop there giving me a look.
Oh...and while we're at it, look at this lovely quilt my mom and sister made me. I think I'll keep them around.