Yesterday at work someone said OUR mom is a flake. I heard hers telling dad last night. Dad asked her if they were right...and Mom just looked at him and said well I must be cos I live here with you.......BAM!!!! We looked to see if Mom was a smiling when she said it and hers was not!
Anywho me, mags and gussie doesn't know what a flake is so we stoled the dictionary from the shelf to see if we could find OUR mom's picture.
First we found the word "flake" and it toled us this: a small, flat, thin piece of something, typically one that has broken away or been peeled off from a larger piece. Well, that got us to thinking about mom but it didn't sound like hers except she doesn't always stay with a group and goes off by herself...then we found this: come or fall away from a surface in thin pieces...well hers does fall down alot, but nope thats not mom either and then we found this: a crazy or eccentric person.
We asked our Mom if she cared if she was a flake and hers just looked at us. Then hers said, no, hers didn't care cos there is a whole lot of flakes in the world, and each of them is different from each other, but each of them are same in the way they care about the two legged and four legged ones that love. Hers also said the world would be at a loss without the flakes in the world cos they are the ones that use their hearts more then their heads.
WESA told Mom we love hers no matter what. Cos remember we had that issue with hers being a robot awhile back cos she couldn't pass all those tests on your blogs and now we have the flake issue. Mom tole's us if that is the worst thing she ever gets called then she figures it is a pretty good day.
Stella Rose, Margaret and Baby Gussie