My mom can't come to the blog right now. She's sitting in the Happy Chair....eyes glazed over....mumbling something about being normal and just doing things like a person does without having to fall into the "all spinster / all the time" trap.
For the last eight days, my stupid Mo-ther has consumed nothing but bruschetta and pudding.
What can I say? When the old lady goes on a tear, there's not much that I am able to do that will snap her out of whatever crazypants mess she's got cooking in that hot crock pot full of obsession she owns. Best to just let her tire herself out, and then when she finally falls into a heap, I can call my Aunt Chrissy to come help me clean up the mess.
I hope that your corner of the world is a lot more.....normal. Until we meet again, I remain your loyal and devoted pal.
With much love,