So a couple of days ago I shared a convo with my mom about how she caught a 'possum under her house and thought there was a mate. Read it here. I woke up yesterday to these texts:
Mom: Dinner against tonight, you one your way?
Mom: Dinner against tonight, you one your way?
Mom: Dinner again, not against (yeah that cleared things up, Mom)
Mom: Love waking to critters, feels like "Up-North"
Me: Is that the mate?
Mom: I think so
Me: So now that you got 2, what you gonna make instead of stew? 'Possum loaf?
Mom: A pair of matching slippers.
The scarry thing? I can see her wearing opossum slippers.
Mom: Love waking to critters, feels like "Up-North"
Me: Is that the mate?
Mom: I think so
Me: So now that you got 2, what you gonna make instead of stew? 'Possum loaf?
Mom: A pair of matching slippers.
The scarry thing? I can see her wearing opossum slippers.
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