mom: “what about the lemon hand washing ordeal”

so my sister works for a landscaping company right now (as in, for the summer). since she’s 19 and clearly has way more stamina than i do (or anyone i know, for that matter), she spends the remaining hours of her days (and nights) hanging out with friends and doing fun summer-in-the-country things like swimming and driving around in pick-up trucks. so since this leaves about 3.5 hours left in the day, and a girl’s gotta get some shuteye, she’s quite dirty.

jaime, calm down. i’m not done.

by “she”, i mean “her hands”. seriously, they’re gross. so for those of you who read this and know my mother (so… jaime and maura? oh, and my mom.), you can probably figure out the rest of the story. for those of you don’t/can’t, here’s a hint:

that’s right; barb busted out the big guns. LEMONS.

she held jaime hostage at our kitchen sink this weekend for a solid 15 minutes scrubbing her hands for her. FOR HER. not only was this a little scary for jaime, it was wildly amusing for the rest of us. here are a couple more pictures of the experience. and i’m sorry that i couldn’t get closer so you could see what was really happening, but i think you can judge by the terrified and terrifying (respectively) facial expressions that i probably shouldn’t have even been as close as i was.

in case you were curious, it worked. my sister’s hands were sparkly clean for the next 36 hours… until she went back to work.

also, i saw this in the south station bathroom before i headed back to new york.