Apparently, my mom knows exactly how my arms ended up in such a mess. I got this message from her:
I just read your blog. Do you remember when we had a birthday party for Mother in Greenville at that little house on Wesley (some party place)? You made fun of my "wings". That could be what happened to your arms as in "What goes around, comes around".
She seriously remembers the day, the time, and the street that it all took place! So, the moral of the story is never make fun of a lady's bat wings, folks! You shall end up with them yourself. I'm just sayin'!
She seriously remembers the day, the time, and the street that it all took place! So, the moral of the story is never make fun of a lady's bat wings, folks! You shall end up with them yourself. I'm just sayin'!
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