My mom is strange. Not like hearing voices and worshipping crystals weird, but there are things about her that I don’t quite understand. Sometimes her weirdness is quite entertaining – here are a few tidd-bits to illustrate.
My mom can drive but refuses to. Why? Well, that’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? I’ll ask her again when I want us to have an argument and her to sulk for two days. Basically, I don’t ask anymore. But I digress … These are the tales of driving and going to the shops with my mom.