I glanced over at Mom sitting on the couch this morning and she had a pen in one hand and the other hand held up close to her face. She was writing something but I couldn't see any paper.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Writing," she said.
"On what? Are you writing on your finger?"
"NO!" She held up her left index finger which was tattooed with black ink.
"Well, what's that then?" I asked.
She examined her finger and said, "On further consideration, yes, I am." She tossed the pen aside and said, "Never mind."
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