My mother is a lot of things but observant isn't always one of them. Latest Mama Carlson story takes place at Park Meadows mall. We stopped there today on the way to see my Uncle Brian who lives in Parker. My mom's sole purpose on visiting the mall was to go to one of her favorite stores Soft Surroundings. This store was filled with all sorts of luxury goods from PJ gowns fit for a princess to hand made soaps from France. I tried this amazing lotion that I can actually still smell on my skin right now. Made of pure honey and lavender, it's called Pre de Provence Queens Honey Shea Butter if you are interested. I ran over to tell my mom about it as she was scoping out the jewelry. I had her smell my skin, made a quick comment concerning the endangerment of bees and soon left her to try my luck and Anthropology next door. About twenty minutes later, smelling of honey and sticky as can be, my mom comes to find me. She proceeds to tell me she was at the cashier when she saw several pumps labeled "Honey," she figured it was the lotion I had fallen in love with and started pumping away. She noticed its extreme stickiness and started rubbing it with more intensity into her skin, figuring it took some manpower to absorb into her hands. It must have been the horrified look on the cashiers face, or maybe it was the fact her hands were stuck together, but she quickly took another look at the label. My mom had just pumped several servings of honey into her hands and was attempting to rub it into her skin like lotion. Too embarrassed to explain herself she bolted from the store without looking back. I'm actually surprised she was that embarrassed considering things like this happen to her everyday...