last night’s bulls game was a disappointment as a fan, but a blast because of mom.
every time someone on the 76’ers shot a freethrow she’d squirm and say MISS IT MISS IT quietly in a screechy kind of way. after the first quarter she turned to me and said ‘can we get a drink here or no?’
momma doesn’t mess around.
today i’m feeling a bit frisky…but i can’t figure out what i want to do. certainly not anything i SHOULD do.
a few ideas i’ve had so far:
i really don’t know what’s on tap, so i’ll have to bid adieu and start figuring it out.