My Mommies and Me
MY MOMMIES have been quiet all week, which is not how I like them. Lolo and her littles Sav and Hunty have taken one of their Silkie chickens to the vet for a broken leg. Jess and her husband Colton are still—still!—waiting for Brynnleigh at 40 weeks. Daryl-Ann is at Chick-Fil-A. Bernadine is at Chick-Fil-A. Arika is at Chick-Fil-A. Dani’s dog is being lethargic so she posts a poll asking whether she should seek treatment or wait it out. Most people vote
wait it out.
These kinds of posts leave me itchy, unimpressed. I like it best when my mommies are posting about how they’ve long resisted sharing their flat-earth beliefs, but that today, the Lord has put it on their hearts to tell the world the truth; how Katy Perry is really JonBenet Ramsey or how a man in a fedora at a Trump rally is really JFK Jr. in disguise; how if someone threatens their children with a Covid vaccine they’ll hide them in the attic like Anne Frank, they’ll bring out their guns, they won’t let Shill Gates microchip their babies.