A Dead Weed

It is no secret that Mothers are biased. Right? But I think my mom is biased times one hundred.

In fact, just today as I was bouncing new ideas off her gracious, listening ears...she proved it.

"But you're my daughter. I will like anything you decide to do."

Um, Mom, thanks for being a cheerleader...but constructive criticism isn't always bad, either. :-P (Wait, why am I complaining about being able to do no wrong...?? Hm. I need to rethink this tactic.)

Anywho.

Mom was the one who ridiculed me for pointing my camera a "old, dead weeds."

But then.

She was also the one who gazed on awe at the result: "Only you would be able to make a dead weed look good."