My mom was the sort of person not to want to know. Let's put it this way -- she's so old-fashioned that she dressed modestly even when not going out, just because God could always see her.
I'll ask, but she won't know. I'll report back only if she surprises me. No no no! That's just what I meant by patience -- if you can get past the point of "looking like pubes", it'll look cool.
And for the record -- Fu Manchu == very cool.
Oh, and me: helped my cousin move. Ate some sushi in the dark, accidentally ate the entire dollop of Wasabi -- I'm going to be paying for that later, when it hits that spot somewhere around that spot between my upper and lower intestines where I wake up in a sweat and doubled-over in pain.
EDIT: Also reported a problem on google maps, here is the entire text of the problem: I kill me.
Oh, look, there's a Burger King. And Ourisman Honda. And a Kohl's. And a Bob Evans. Yeah, I'm sure all those businesses appreciate having their names associated with 'murk'.