For someone who claims to be an old lady, she sure can lift that shovel pretty high above her head
Claiming to be an old lady, huh?
Think we have a Mrs. Doubtfire situation happening?
We very well could
You should have seen her bicep as she was flailing her shovel about
Peach theft?
Yep
I’m at the point now where I’m taking Rawley’s advice
And telling Arch to hide the pits
Worst Mom Ever, I know
Let the record show that I tried to get him to stop for a full year
Wanting to avoid your child getting shovel bludgeoned by a scary granny doesn’t make you a bad mom
If you want me to come kick Mrs. Salinger’s ass, I will
Dentures will fly
Stop
It’s too early for me to laugh this hard
I’ll pee
We don’t want that
Fine, how about you let me help with Mrs. Salinger?
Oh no, I was just venting
Really, it’s okay
What if I find a good solution?
I’ve thought of just about everything. Short of never letting Archie in the yard, I think the only solution is to wait her out
I mean, she can’t live forever
I shouldn’t be laughing at that, but I am
Threatening to beat up an old woman isn’t even what hasme smiling as I reread our messages, and it’s not because it’s behind a screen, either. Rather, it’s how easy this all is. In my truck driving to Oakcreek, on her couch, in the cafeteria—being around her is easy, and we get along well. Everything she says and does interests me, and I hang on every word she speaks, because every fiber of my being is telling me that Clara June is more to me than Tanner’s mom. She’s more to me than any other woman has ever been.
I scroll through, finding more messages that make my chest tight and my groin burn.
It’s official
I need to invest on locks for the bedroom doors
Sounds like it’s been an eventful morning
