Unfortunately, the twins have mutated into triplets. We have:
Mildred-knows us, knows who she is and where she lives, knows she has money and a "bank book", demanding, smart alec (YES!), feeds the dogs in a sneaky way, spiteful, walks steady and with a purpose, busy, bossy, and "helpful" (also, will attempt to send you on a guilt trip in a NY minute)
Millicent-Lost as a goose, very humble and sweet, thankful for everything you do for her, offers you anything she has including money (that she doesn't have), very weak and feeble, sleeps a lot, also does "other stuff" a lot, nasty, wants a bite of everything you eat, doesn't know us but knows she lives with us, feeds the dogs everything she can get her hands on, grunts and growls, says "Help me" often, tolerable but must be watched for her safety, repeats the same question or conversation over and over
Miley-CRAZY AS AN OUTHOUSE RAT, has night spells (does crazy things in the night), swipes things around the house for her own, changes clothes and puts dirty things back in the drawers, leaves the water running in every sink, empties her trash (with wet diapers) in everyone else's garbage can instead of big one outside, NASTY! leaves major messes in the bathroom (enough said), rubs herself with random potions all over the house (caught her with my facial scrub attempting to soothe a strained orafice (sorry), hoards things like straws, candy, kleenex, toilet paper, etc., talks out of her head, and has NO clue who we are or where she is
Sad, huh? Just part of the wonderful world of living to be 94. Ain't modern medicine wonderful?
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