Tuesday, December 23, 2014

My mom sure is being good to me today.

Aside from helping her scrub doors and baseboards in the room Chelsea and Blake used to live in (which was a completely disgusting disaster), I haven't had to do anything.

She's brought me all the medicine I need, food, drink, gotten me more paper towels every time I ran through a new bunch, reminded me when I need to take a new breathing treatment, everything I could need.

I think I'll keep her.

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