in a tired and wired mood tonight


the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  Punch … Friday


Maggie was not pleased.

“I don’t need any help. I will be fine. I’ll scoot around on my backside and …”

Scully stopped her, “Mom, there is no Earthly or un-Earthly way you are going to be able to get up on a toilet, reach the toothpaste, eat anything other than the crackers you have on the bottom shelf of the pantry because if you try to cook, you’ll burn the house down.”

Charlie cut her off, “mom, it’s either Dana moves in or I do and do you really want your son helping you go to the bathroom. I mean, I will, no complaints but just think about it for a minute.”

“Charles …”

“Hey, even my full name isn’t going to change my mind. It’s her or me, take your pick.”

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