Shirt(?)

Where my mother and I live, the summer days can easily reach 110 degrees.  So one would assume that the normal person would try to wear as little clothes as possible in such hot weather, right?  Right.  And one would also assume that the same would apply for my mother, right?  Right.  (I would just like to say that it's great that you and I have so much in common, and can agree on all of these things.  It makes writing this post so much easier.)

Well, sadly, we (Yes, we.  You are now a part of the team.) were wrong to assume such a thing about the lady that I call “Mom”.  About two summers ago, my mother came home from work in a shirt(?).  ß That question mark is there, because I'm not sure that what she had on could be described as a shirt.  This thing looked like the asymmetrical, polyester love child of Star Trek and Prince.  This shirt(?) (there goes that pesky question mark again) was so bad that I forced her to let me take a picture.  And then I proceeded to text that picture to everyone that I knew.  (Don't judge me!  This blog is about my mother.  Please try to stay on topic, people.)  Well.... instead of me trying to explain this shirt(?) to you any further, let me just show you:

 

WHAT?!  IT WAS THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!