Friday night my husband was out of town. I found myself on the Westside, so I crashed on my mother's couch. Pretty uneventful, except that she was weirdly thrilled to make up the couch as a bed, and her dog is not (contra what I was told) completely out of heat. Of course, homoerotic inter-species advances from pit bulls are about as subtle as those from 17-year-old human males. Word.

In the morning I half awoke and listened to my mother puttering around and making the strangest noises—not a hum, just a sort of "hm" noise, over and over. How annoying, I thought. Several hours later, I realized I do it myself.

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