Addicted to love… and dog food.

I’m starting to worry about the old lady Violet. Between Steve’s constant need to “process” what’s going on with Willow [I still haven’t told him all the details] and Ethel’s amplified mood swings since her concert was a flop, I fear Violet’s aged, frazzled nerves can’t take much more.

Lately I’ve noticed Violet getting addicted to food…and I mean ADDICTED. Her biggest weakness is for the furry beasts’ food. Every time our moms feed the beasts, Violet hobbles out to the kitchen hoping to catch a few bites.

A brave (or is it desperate?) Violet attacking The General’s food bowl.

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On Track to a 12-Step Program

Today I found a post on YouTube…of ME. At the track. Exposed. I am not sure whether I should feel disgusted or angry (my louder mom would say “pissed”), but I’ve been violated all the same. I thought I felt someone watching me the other day. Must have been my “little” mom, as the loud one calls her, that filmed me. I wonder how she’d feel if I took footage of her putting clothing on the tiny furry beast called Eggnog. My little mom would be totally humiliated if the world saw her do such a ridiculous thing. I would say not as humiliated as Eggnog, but that tiny beast thinks wearing more clothes is fun. Steve, though, would be mortified if he knew you saw him like this.
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