So the mom and I went berry picking this morning. Our original plan was to be to the field by 9 to avoid the heat of the day as much as possible without getting up at the ass-crack of dawn.

Well, as per usual with the Mom, we got lost. No. We didn't so much get lost as she didn't bring directions, the address of the farm, the phone number of the farm, or a map with us. I called my stepdad to get clarification and while I was doing that, Mom drove past our turn and I didn't notice.

Twenty miles later, I convince her we need to turn around. There is much sniping but eventually we get to the farm at about 10am. We pick raspberries (6lbs) and then strawberries (19lbs). Once we were done, we went back to her house and got in the pool for a couple of hours.

I am now lobster red and kicking myself AGAIN.

I'm so stupid.