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Yesterday, Mother was ranting and raving about how she can't afford to support four children. She kept going on about how her four children rack up way too many expenses, and how she's going to kick us all out. Then I asked her what the crap she was talking about, because there's only three of us. Then she sat there, thinking in silence. She finally said, "Oh yeah," and changed the subject. Ha! She doesn't even know how many kids she has. She still doesn't know when my birthday is, or how old I am. She oftentimes forgets my name too. That's partially why she got so angry when I started calling myself Roscoe. "That's stupid, plus, I can't remember all these names!"
O-l-i-v-i-a
J-e-n-n-i-f-e-r
S-t-e-p-h-e-n
It's not that hard, lady. You're the one who named us!
We tell her to go get a check up, but she doesn't feel like it. Hm.
O-l-i-v-i-a
J-e-n-n-i-f-e-r
S-t-e-p-h-e-n
It's not that hard, lady. You're the one who named us!
We tell her to go get a check up, but she doesn't feel like it. Hm.