I Got A Rock...
My mother has this bizzare obsession with holy rocks (as in rocks w/holes in them, not rocks blessed by God). So far, she's given me one for my birthday, plans to give one to my brother for his birthday, and I'm sure David will be on the receiving end of one for his birthday.
She's sweet, in a crazy, might turn into a mass-murderer sort of way.
Say hello to my little friends:
