Few Posts Today

So my mom broke her foot on Sunday at the farm. She's going to be fine, but today Katherine Hannemann (nicest person in the world award) and I are driving down to pick her up.

I sort of picture this being like 'The Jungle'- My mom, the sole provider for the family suffers a tragic injury, and unable to work, poverty and despair rip our family apart as my siblings either go into prostitution or fall into vats of boiling lard. Fortunately, we're all saved in the last chapter by socialism and the pure food and drug act of 1906