Anyway, as my sister was talking to him, my mom was yelling in the background. "Tell her I want her to go to Wal-Mart and buy me a turban to wear to my doctor's appointment this week! I don't want a do-rag, I want a turban!"
What? Does she think she's going to look cuter in a turban than if she'd just brush her hair? I guess she thinks she'll get more attention at the doctor's office if she shows up looking like a cancer patient. Does Wal-Mart even sell turbans?
I haven't even called home since the first couple of days since she got out of the hospital. I just can't handle it. I think maybe something is wrong with me because probably most people would recover from being around that faster than I do. My blood boileth over.
Hope everyone had a good weekend. I had one filled with good friends and good times. I am blessed to know some of the funniest people on the planet.