"In the south, we don't hide our crazy. We parade it on the front porch and give it sweet tea"
My mother, bless her sweet heart, is a little crazy. All the best southern women are, and she's as southern as they come. We were recently riding down the road together when this happened...
My Mother: "You know, y'all are my squat"
Me: "Mother dearest, you mean "squad" and never ever say squat again. Ever."
My Mother: "you're not allowed in my squat anymore."
Y'all. I just can't.
There's no way to tell you how much I am daily amused, aggravated and loved by her. I adore her. Because she's the good kinda crazy, and she's my crazy. She's the leader of our little tribe and I wouldn't trade her for the world, even if I'm not in her squat.