My mother? I love her, but she's a freak. I have decided to post this email she sent to me and my brother today as evidence of why I cannot stick to a topic for more than three sentences.
"Your Aunt Judy's boyfriend, Joe, died unexpectedly yesterday. He was 84, the same age as Papa. She is really a wreck, very heartbroken. Your dad talked to her last night, and she sounded awful.
How's the pup doing, E?
How is Baby B, Beth? And Mommy B, too, of course!"
Um, hello? Could poor Aunt Judy and Joe at least get their own email?