My Poor Mom -- Can You Imagine

My Wife did her homework. She called my sister, who lived near my Mom on the coast. "What kind of flowers does your Mom like?" "Oh, she likes roses. Red ones. Whenever there are flowers in the house, they're red roses." My poor Wife bought my Mom a special bouquet of roses -- $62.34, including delivery... "Do you like 'em, Mom? "Like what?" "Your present, Mom." "What present?" What are you talking about?" I don't need your presents." Click. My wife looked at me, her eyes saying, "What did I do wrong?" My look answered hers, "My poor Mom. No one understands her." Can you imagine? My Mother never even answered the door. The flowers withered on the porch. ******** My poor Mom. No one understands her. Her kids just won't leave well enough alone. They bug her because she's never met the grandkids. "Don't you get it? How many times do I have to tell you? I'm in no condition to receive visitors. I look terrible. I'm overweight. My hair's turned gray. I'm all bent over now. I'm having trouble moving in the morning and I'm not much better by midday either. I'm frankly cranky much of the time. And I have my daily routine. I've got to get my swim in, and my stock market research..." "Mom, we're gonna send you something special this Mother's Day. We hope you'll like it." "But I don't need anything special. I don't want anything special. I don't want ANYTHING!" "Yeah, Mom, but---' "But nothing! I told you that I don't want any Mother's Day presents. You're my son. You need to respect my wishes." "Sure, Mom. Sure. So, about those stocks, Mom..." "...And then they went ahead anyway and got me those flowers. Wasted all that money. And my son had said, "Sure, Mom." So, he lied to me. "I'm telling you those kids just don't get it..." My poor Mom. No one understands her... "And THEY'RE going around with THEIR feelings hurt?!" Can you imagine?