As I post, I am listening to Moma jibber and jabber on the monitor. Then she does this "bom bom bom...." in a musical manner. It is like she is singing with the sound effects of drums. Her speech is so slurred tonight I cannot understand all the chatter. She is not angry, like usual. She is just carrying on a conversation with someone...too bad I cannot understand any of it.
Tonight's post is short. I am tired. I am weary. I am in serious need of a road trip.
At supper tonight, Moma was so curious about the salads I fixed Kerry and me. We all had soup, but she hates salad, so I didn't fix her one. When I sat down, she leaned in and said, "I'm gonna order me a salad and eat alllllll that, except the lettuce." Okay....define salad.
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