As I type, Moma is doing some type of Choctaw war chat with her legs pulled up to her chest like they are locked, shaking her head and occasionally waking herself with her war hoops. She said, "Am I bothering you?" like she knows that she is chanting and hooping. ....Going off the rails on a crazy train..... And she just hollared, "What'd you do it for? Bullshit!!"
She woke up this morning in a foul mood (what else is new?) But when Rebekah came in and took the last 2 Chocolate Chip muffins, Moma nearly lost her mind. "She could have given me one!" I offered her a strawberry granola bar, and she mumbled "This ain't worth a shit". She made me promise that I would make her some muffins some day! Then she started hollering for "something to drank". I fixed her some chocolate milk. So far today, nothing has pleased her. Hopefully the "witch doctor" will come cure her. She is chanting him up.
Spring break is essentially over, and you guessed it, I am ready to go back to work!
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You always make me laugh!
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