obscure, bizarre rational reasons.
Today she calls me and tells me how much she loves and misses me.
And inside I start praying to baby Jesus to save me.
Here’s the thing. My mom rarely calls me on a weekday. Or for no reason other than to say she loves me. There’s usually at least something in her message about something.
And I don’t think it’s a f&$%ing co-inki-dink that she did so mere hours after I added her to the shank list.
I may need to assume the fetal position.
She’s coming for me. She’s the lady who made the brat who came up with a blog containing a shank list.
You know she will find ways to make it hurt.
I just pray that I can hold out long enough to get the Jewish Coffee Cake recipe I need for Christmas baking.
And if I don’t make it, please tell my niece that I love her and that meemaw is to be greatly feared. Respect is for dummies, it’s fear that gets the job done. And let’s pray that meemaw has no wooden spoon when you start acting up.
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