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 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.
 


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