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.