First of all, let me get something straight:
sometimes I wonder if my MOM is BRAIN DEAD. Then there are sometimes when I know she is.
Like yesterday:
I told her to bring me a novel, but when mom went out to buy it she brought a rhyming book.
GREAT!
Then all I need was a jerk to catch me carrying this book around and get the WRONG IDEA.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!