Random acts of blondness

The Roo-girl and I frequently stop at the local market on the way to school. There's a Starbucks inside, and I'm an indulgent mom where this kind of thing is concerned.

The manager of the S'bucks there knows us pretty well and can have my drink ready before I get to the front of the line usually. (Except when I change things up and confuse the holy heck out of her.)

Anyway, all y'all know what a funny creature I am. I'll go for the joke more than not. So when Roo and I order something -- from the 'Bucks or Jamba Juice or wherever -- I will frequently say, "I'll have a (whatever), and then whatever my mother is having ..."

Roo finds this funny -- not.

(Just for the record, I do it to Wonderhubby, too: "I'll have a (blank), plus whatever my father is having." He's equally amused.)

But it has turned into a standing joke with our Starbucks manager. She has taken to calling Roo "Mom." When Roo invented a cold drink combo that she loved (passion tea with lemonade and six -- gag -- pumps of sweetener), the manager started calling it "The Mother."

We hadn't been in for a week or so, and yesterday, it came as a big surprise to the 'Bucks manager lady that Roo's arm was cast-free.

"Mom! You got your cast off," she exclaimed.

"Yep!" Roo burbled, raising her left arm to show it off.

Only problem here?

It was the right arm that was broken.

Oy. Just oy.