From a conversation at lunch today, when everyone present was ranting about their mothers:

“My mother, God love her, bless her heart, . . . . “

I mean, come on.  Every Southern girl knows that either one of those phrases is enough to guarantee a good tale, but when both of them are used?  In conjunction with one another?  Look out!

The only problem was that I was sitting right next to my own mother, so I was limited in my participation levels.