Mom went shopping at the red bulls-eye store last night, and brought this stuff home. She says this is because I am -formerly feral- and I should be grateful.I know she's an artiste and all, and looks at the world differently from a lot of beans, but frankly, I think she's taking this just a bit too far.
She's the one that should be grateful, not me.
I think she really needs the weekend. She needs to chillax.