I will preface all of this by saying that I love my mama more than any other thing on this planet. She is my dearest and truest and darlingest and if/when I lose her they may as well dig a hole for me too.
This was going to be the post wherein I discuss my Mama without REALLY discussing my Mama. But I got two paragraphs into it and started having an anxiety attack and belly-butterflies and decided I'm not in the right place (mentally/emotionally) to have a public therapy session.
And my sisters know exac-acrackly what I'm talking about... 'cause Mama's the damn fruitcake lady.