Jean, Secret Saboteur

My mother, who appears to be a nice, demure lady, is anything but. In fact, my mother is a secret saboteur. She would never admit it, but I can draw no other conclusion about a woman who approaches me at 11:15AM with a box full of chocolate-covered brownies. This is the same little trickster who bought me a girdle for Christmas --she called it a smoother, but I'm not stupid. I'm on to her...