Sam: *getting up from the table to go to the bathroom*
“Mom- keep an eye out on my food.”
*turns around*
*stops*
*turns back around*
“And mom… DON’T EAT MY FOOD!!”
Evidently, I am the protagonist and antagonist in this story. An antihero, if you will. I wear many hats.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
