Early the other morning, mom woke me up at 6 AM talking in her sleep -- or wherever she is on the consciousness scale. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I got up and had a cup of coffee. Here's what I heard at 6:15:
"Oh, helloooo, Chicken Little. You liiiiied. You LIIIIIED, Chicken Little. You're going straight to hell."
Swear. Had I been drinking coffee, I'da had a nose accident.
You just can't make this stuff up!!
Two nights ago, mom woke me up at 2 AM calling out rather softly, "Josieeee....Josieeee?...(then in a little-girl pleading voice) Josieee??"
She doesn't know a Josie. I don't know a Josie. It was eerie, folks, At 2 AM in the morning, with cobwebs in MY head, I hardly wanted to go open her door.
"Oh, helloooo, Chicken Little. You liiiiied. You LIIIIIED, Chicken Little. You're going straight to hell."
Swear. Had I been drinking coffee, I'da had a nose accident.
You just can't make this stuff up!!
Two nights ago, mom woke me up at 2 AM calling out rather softly, "Josieeee....Josieeee?...(then in a little-girl pleading voice) Josieee??"
She doesn't know a Josie. I don't know a Josie. It was eerie, folks, At 2 AM in the morning, with cobwebs in MY head, I hardly wanted to go open her door.