No, we weren't being punished.
My mother was born in Cleveland. She was there celebrating her birthday with her husband to show him the hospital where she was born and the house where she lived until she was two and moved to New York.
So we decided to surprise her there. We went to her hotel room on the morning of her birthday and knocked on her door, which is when her husband had to request that she put on underpants. (Something she shared with us repeatedly, while giggling every time.)
>thrusts sharpened pencil in ear in attempt to erase memory area of brain<
After my mom put on her underpants (and the rest of her clothes), we spent the day doing all the great stuff there is to do in Cleveland....
...and when we were done with the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, we headed to Pittsburgh for the rest of the weekend. (See what I did there? Oooh...gotcha, Cleveland!)
|Mom and her underpants celebrating her birthday.|
|Also in Cleveland. I think art is a good choice for my kid, as she is not much of en speller.|
Then again, neither is the charming person who wants "to do" Hally Berry.
|Our picture outside the restaurant. With Gwendolyn.|
We also rode the Incline, said "you'ins" a lot, and after being told we needed to eat there, tried a sandwich at Primanti Brothers which may be the most overrated (and under delicious) sandwich I've ever tasted.
Perhaps a nice beach vacation next year?