I sure miss my mom.

Where are the Black Hills?

This is an interesting story.

The Black Hills are in South Dakota. But what do they have to do with this story?

maybe your allusion to the 'Black Forest' was forshadowing, eh?

I was just wondering... there are places called Black Hills in several states.

This is a sad story Gus, I hope it isn't true.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Will you be my mom, colorbook?

Just for today.

I'm hurting.

I saw your mom last week when I was there on a business trip, gus. She was still happily flipping flapjacks for the lumberjacks who live in the shacks right over the tracks, though she rests more often when time slacks. She's too busy to pine, she says.

so then, being spring, she started "sprucing"!

Thanks for the update, Edgar. I'm sure glad my Mom is still alive.

You didn't mess around with her, did you?

no mess Gus; Edgar is always 'fully equipped'! :wink:

Gus, I could never take her place…besides, I'm not old enough to be your mother.

I was a saint, gus.

maybe Gus can wait!?

he's got lots of time on his hands!

Hell, colorbook, I don't care if you're sixteen.

I saw this commercial on TV. This woman looks a bit like your Mom's picture...is it her? She became famous.



http://www.bigfatliarmovie.com/grandma/grandma.html

being Gus' mother automatically bestows 'fame' on her!

gustav, have no fear. As Estelle Getty isn't doing much these days, she has offered to hire herself out to be your mother. You two will have a million laughs as she rehashes schtick for you from not only Golden Girls, but Golden Palace and Empty Nest as well. Over tea, you will be thrilled to listen to her ramble on about her Broadway career and charity work. I'm looking out for you, gus, tomorrow should be fun after all.

remember Gus; we're on your side (even if it does look a little like we're scheming away behind your back)!

I'll be your Mother-for-a-Day, Gus. Tomorrow, of course. Plan on it.

After we get back from that lovely, expensive brunch you're taking me to, we'll spend the afternoon talking. I've been waiting for a good chance to tell you what I think about that godforsaken hellhole you're living in. It's time you cleaned that place up. And your so-called "friends!" Hmph. You need a wife, son. A good, solid girl who can keep you in line. My friend Ethyl has a daughter who's between husbands, I'll introduce you. I'll even help you plan a healthier lifestyle, clean all that junk food & liquor out of your kitchen, perhaps even set up a regular exercise plan. It'll do you good. How are you doing financially, by the way? From the looks of it, you haven't been spending your money on clothing or your house. Tsk, tsk. Speaking of clothing, you can take me shopping. I've been needing some new lingerie. And I'll need to make a few other stops, too, if you don't mind. Yes, yes, we'll just make a day of it. How nice.

Oh, and I like yellow roses. Send yellow roses, please. It's the least you can do for your poor mother.