Stock photo of me at the magic window, circa summer 2008. I am NOT that grey anymore
Mother is off ghost sitting. She claims the ghost likes her, I have no idea what she is talking about. I DO know she fussed over Jones and some other big fat horse named Chili (Chestnut Number 3), and really, this is just not acceptable.
She says she'll be up this evening, I heard the aunties talking to her on the little flippy thing, but I'm not holding my breath.
If she'd rather be off futzing around with something as silly looking as this~
well, I'm not sure I want her to come up here, anyway.
I mean really, what a goober.