This is the cool thing about my mom. I received her birthday present in the mail today. When I give it to her, the conversation will go something like this:
Me: "Mom, when you requested a decorative rain gutter spout that looks like a stone gargoyle for your suburban Houston house, you said you wanted the plain gargoyle or the dragon gargoyle. But you also said you wanted the long kind, and those only come in plain gargoyle and stupid-looking squirrels on a rock. So I got two plain gargoyles, figuring that then they would be twins and have a psychic link that they could use to communicate if invaders enter the yard."
Mom: "Good thinking."
