I was remembering this morning. A time as a kid. We would be sitting around the TV, Mom was in the kitchen, making dinner, maybe some mashed potatoes. Then, she would start the mixer (the beater), and the TV would go crazy, where it was all fuzzy and noisy, couldn't watch it. It was like, hey, hurry up with them mashed potatoes mom! I mean, mashed potatoes, uh, I guess we can wait? Was it just our TV, or do you guys remember this too? It was before computers or cable, so some of ya'll should just go back to your regularly scheduled blogging!
P.S. I LOVE my Mom.
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