Its Not Clean Until Momma Says Its Clean

Its Mother's Day, and what better way to show appreciation than a short story about she who is Annette.

While in undergrad, I got few visits from my parents. My dad had no business in Baton Rouge, but once my mom got promoted, she made frequent trips down for "trainings" (seriously, Annette doesn't get taught, but she will school you).

One of the earlier trips she made, she stayed with me in my spacious 1 bed/br apartment on the outskirts of campus/hood that I had lived in for a year by that time. I guess she had taken one day extra to be with me, so she stayed behind one day in my place while I did my scholarly duties. After returning from the sorority house at which I worked, I came back to a completely clean apartment (my place was "clean", more disorganized). I was shocked and amazed that my amazing mother had not only cleaned my place, but not rearrange my entire life in a way that I couldn't find everything I needed. The following conversation ensued:

Me: Thank you Momma, it looks so good!
Momma: Yeah, I had to give it the deep clean, you should really dust more often.
Me: Yeah I never really pay attention, I'm not here too often I'm always working.
Momma: I know. So I moved all those bags from the top of the kitchen cabinets. I found a lot of stuff up there.
Me:Really? Like what?
Momma: A thermometer and some bag clips
Me: Oh haha, I have never looked up there
Momma: I found marijuana up there too.
Me: Oh...really?...What did you do with it?
Momma: I threw it away
Me: Okay then....
I walk to my room

What was I supposed to say to that? In my years of life, I've learned never to freak out about things, just to kind of go with the flow. If Annette smelled fear, she would've brought her belt out of retirement. It wasn't mine, I've never smoked a day in my life, and can count the number of alcoholic beverages I've had in my life on one hand (we're not counting the beer Gramma would give me), but I had to think to myself "My mother knows me well enough to know that I would never smoke, or at least hide it in such a terrible spot" So I let it go.

Future life happenings have taught me that the only real clean, is an Annette Clean. I still want that poster. ~!Antoine!~