Home from mother's.
I survived with only a headache. Today's crisis was her having forgotten how to download her photos to Facebook from her computer. I think we went over the damned thing three times in under four hours.
I honestly don't know what's worse, the Facebook factor or that mom is becoming a wrestling fan in denial?
Once again, I missed what the commentators had to say through half of it cause mom was talking over it, and the louder I put the tv the louder mom got. Not that; that was such a big loss now that they brought in Booker T. So totally NOT a fan of his.
I am a fan of Wade Barrett. Just wish he'd do something with that hair. But yes, it's funny to see mom leaning in from the kitchen where she was doing dishes, when Vicky and Dolph Ziggler came to the ring, asking if she got new shoes yet? I've created a fashion victim. Then mom proceeded to do her impression of Vicky. Screaming "Excuse Me!" in such a high pitched shrill that I'm still waiting for the ringing in my left ear to stop.
