My Mother is going to kill me for this...

...but hey, sometimes you have to live dangerously. This picture reminded me of something. Ok, here is the story. A few years ago I was helping Mom fix the outside porch door on the back of the house. This was at the old house. We took the door off the hinges and we were grinding down the top and the side so the door would not stick so much.
Mom was standing at one end and suddenly said, "Oh shoot!"
I said, "What?"
She said, "We didn't mark the door so we'd know which side is the top."
I looked at her and said, "You're not serious."
She said, "Yes I am."
I said, "You're kidding me, right?"
She said, "No."
I said, "You are kidding me."
She said, "No, I'm not, I'm serious. How are we going to know ?"
At this point I realized she was serious and not just kidding but I couldn't resist myself, that is when I said, "Well, WE Pollocks put the window on top."
At which point we both started laughing hysterically. In her defense, she was standing at the top of the door and couldn't see the window from her point of view but I have never let her live it down.