Laid off, jobless, homeless and over 60. Sound like fun? It shouldn't, but imagine our surprise when, after my husband and I moved back "home" to live with my 85-year old mother, we discover that things are actually pretty darn funny most of the time. This is because my Mom still thinks I'm her brainless, 12-year old daughter and Bill, as the lone man of the house, has been elevated to the status of resident God. Add to this is the wonderfully wacky...