My Fascist office manager hung up on me for taking today off. She also had a voodoo priestess curse me with unending nausea. I went to my mothers this morning after my Dad called to talk to me about dodging the parole officer and trapping mice. My mother made quiche for her dementia addled, 100% French Mom and made me do most of the other work. My Gran-Pere cant here shit and you can listen to his hearing aids chiming across the room. We played with a plastic hopping frog(my grandma LOVED it), you know the kind you give out at parties. I got sick of pretending I wasn't going to puke and my lovely man beast drove me home(quiche in tow). Two hours into napping I answer the phone to"Give me your schedule NOW!!!...muffled growls and hissing sounds"
Maybe she is the voodoo priestess. Creepy.
Photo by Michael Hussard
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