I was thinking about my statement that my mom was a "great broad". This might help explain....
The weekend before she died, we were all in Los Angeles for her parents' 50th anniversary. We had a great time that weekend (she died the following Tuesday).
Anyway, my sister and I were giving each other healthy rations of crap, centered around behaving boorishly at the party the next day. Our mom told us to knock it off, that this was serious, etc.
Of course, that just set us off even worse. We plotted evil things for the party just to get a rise out of her. We thought it quite amusing.
Mom came into the kitchen where we were, walked right up to us and said, poking us with her finger with all sincerity...
"Look you two. I want it Norman Fucking Rockwell around here!!!"
I don't know how that translates to people who didn't know her, but it was hilarious. Vintage mom. My dad and I still quote that to this day.
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OMG!!! I LOVE IT!!!!

She had to be a Nu Yawka.