(Injecting a little sanity into this insane post. My mother is in the hospital.)
o you ever get up in the morming and find everything is tupsy turvy?
This day has bgune like that. I feel I
am in a nightmare involving Lucille Ball
I want a "snok" for your money You wear the seatcoathes you woar wyesterdaj. and half my clothes smell like smoke. Where is the flier? Wheere have you ut myj father? On his grafvescore, I would have written . No thnaks.
This rediculous post stand a the swah of uselessness. I wonderfj what's golingon<
Noyivr thsthr lryyrtd fon'y vljmr ljt sd yhry can. I think I can speak beter than gefore bjt tstill this dismoderaton is . I have ben about mydeememtail mom. Bear with me.
1 day ago