I went to see my Mom yesterday. She was sitting outside on one of the chairs that line the front sidewalk. Our conversation was... unusual. She said she owns a plane but isn't allowed to fly it and that stinks. No she doesn't. The best thing to do is just let her prattle on. Correcting her is useless. At one point she pointed to a silver trailer being used to move in a new resident and said "little horses live in that trailer. They come out at night to eat. Sometimes I come out and talk to them." Anybody want to buy an imaginary little horse?
|Little horses live in that trailer|
|You can see Lily's octopus by the trainer, a good sign|
The Idiot Jerk in the White House shit out some negative tweets yesterday. I'm going to ignore them since ignoring him is equivalent of throwing acid on his skin.