My Mom The Fruit Smuggler

Ah Friday. Finally. I thought it would never arrive. No big plans for the weekend. Just want to get some reading done on the beach and perhaps make some time to go see my mom since she just returned safely from Thailand. I know I usually voice my frustrations with my mother, i.e. recently wishing we could only communicate through text messages, although I'm sure once she figured out how to text my inbox would be full of messages such as, "Did you fix car?" "Did you pay bills?" "Are you eating?"... But I always do appreciate that my mom never fails to bring me goodies from Thailand as well as always smuggling a Thai guava in her coat pocket for me. Come on, if that's not love I don't know what is.