July 2011
1 post
My mother is a hoooooot! Seriously! I don’t remember when she became so unconsciously funny, or maybe I’m very easily tickled.
So last night she was hanging out in her bedroom with a blue bucket of water and a dirty rag and wiping down the furniture and window grills (don’t ask me why she was doing that at 8pm). I started talking to her and don’t remember what I said...