That was one of my mom’s many colorful colloquialisms, which she used when asked a question she didn’t really have an answer to, but nevertheless invited all sorts of rampant speculation. As a child, hearing such things from her always made me wonder just what kind of world my mother had come from. After my last post, which no doubt inspired many questions on your part, I’m afraid that her answer is about the best I can give you. If only she were here to help me fill in the rest…
But there is one living person who I suspect understands all too well what I’ve been going through. And while this post is for all my friends, it is most especially intended for My Friend Bats:
I want ice water.
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