I’ll attempt to put a funny twist to this. Laugh at the posterity of this situation.
I got home and got assaulted with a solitary rubber shoe. “Hello to you too, Mum!” She’s been doing this a lot lately. Throwing things at my head, by way of greeting. How sweet.
I love my Mum. She’s so entertaining!
Like how she smacked me full on the mouth in front of a friend. Right now. (I blog when I’m having a blogsthma attack, sorry. I had to ramble and let it all out. Like how you shouldn’t hold back your hurl.) I’m left with stingy lips and a strong hot bowl of words. Hey, I guess I just got temporary lip fillers! Hahahaha.
It’s funny how I’m the Cancerian and she’s the crabby one. She’s got mood swings which totally peak when the moon’s full. She’s probably descended from a long line of werewolves, or she’s lied to me about her birthday. She’s the personification of a full-blown-hermit-crab.
As for her mood swings, I’ve got a theory: you know how water bodies experience tides? High tides when the moon is full and the pull is at its strongest? I’ve got a feeling that this pull acts on her cerebrospinal fluid and makes her go bonkers. And she’s normal when the moon wanes.
Hermit crabs function (read: go haywire) in the full moon. My lovely mum isn’t an exception. Do you like the werewolf theory or the loony moony one? Let’s have a comment marathon while I go ice my lips.