Helen was surly this morning when I swung by my parent's house to get some Tylenol. She only said two words to me. I broke a tooth this morning eating my cereal and it was oh so sensitive. Mom was still in the bed as I walked down that long hall to her bedroom.
"I don't want to go buy groceries and get my hair fixed," she told me with the covers still over her head.
"I'll go get you and dad's groceries, but I can't do anything about your hair appointment," I told her.
"Really?" Mom asked jubilantly as she threw the covers off her head. "You don't mind?"
"It means you will have to give me a check though. I don't think dad would approve."
"I am not worried about that," Mom said as she jumped out of bed so spritely I almost didn't recognize her.
An hour later, I had returned with a Honda CR-V full of groceries. Mom was so appreciative and I had done my good deed for the day.