My parents just went to check out a house with my brother and sister-in-law. They were just over last night saying how much they loved this house and they are going back already. Hmm...
I go upstairs because Mama is making pizza for dinner. The oven is set at 375°.
Me: Shouldn't the oven be at 425°?
Mama: No, I don't do it that way.
And then she gets all confused when it takes longer than the box states to cook the pizza. The woman is one of a kind, folks.