So

So, I’m at my moms. God love her heart. No one can strip your ego like your mother can. At five this evening, the conversation gores-
Mom: I have to get groceries. Get ready we’ll go to Walmart.
Me: I’m tired.
Two minutes later mom sits coffee in front of me
Mom: Get ready
Me: I can’t go to Walmart. I’m busy
Mom: Doing what?
Me: I have to go see Duke (Me thinking a book deadline is a date of sorts. Right?) I’m a popular girl these days mom.
Mom: Laughs. laughs again. Laughs again harder, then says. Get ready or your popular ass wont get gravy and biscuits tomorrow…
Yeah, I got dressed and went to Walmart… sigh

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