So

Nich said that Molly, a fifteen year old Half-Hispanic Irish girl, who likes Anamamaguci, was the one that told him to tell his mom to fuck-off, he didn't have to put up with her crazy shit any more?

He just sat there and looked at me in disbelief when I told him I didn't know.

He just looked at me like, "How could you not?"

How in the world am I supposed to know?

I don't like riddles.

I don't like puzzles.

Life seems challenging enough if you ask me.

Mom knows how badly I miss you.

It hurts her to see me hurting.

I can tell.

Not sleeping the night of my birthday, I could tell yesterday she wishes she could say something.

She is a trooper.

She won't.

If it wasn't happening she would.

I know her.

She wouldn't let me suffer if there wasn't something up your alls sleeve lol.

Back hurts from moving the dryer.

Can't wait to start on the washer later in the week lol.

You can make that post about a Christmas wedding a nine.

Or you can let me know somehow that was really you yesterday.

Either way be nice.

Something gotta give Lucy.

Love you