The Peanut Gallery

Today's visit to see Mom was pretty uneventful. I had brought up some nail polish and remover to do her finger and toe nails. She likes to have them painted red.

I discovered her on one of the swings in the courtyard which is her usual haunt. A crazy woman was on the swing with her and three others sitting nearby, making up the peanut gallery.

Crazy Woman: How long have you had that mustache?

Me: Oh, it's been years now.

Crazy Woman: Your nose is really big.

That'll be enough from the peanut gallery, thank you very much!