My shady mom and a closeted gay boy Hello my babies. I hope this day finds you well. In this week’s episode of brain vomit, I will entertain you with some of the stuff that has happened to me over the past few weeks.
It’s nothing major, just random shit that I found funny. The first involves THE BRENDA LOVE, my mother. I have called my momma “Brenda Love” for years.
I don’t think she likes it much; neither does my husband. He is always on me to call her Mom. Me being the annoying man-child that I am, once I know something bothers you slightly, it is hard for me to let it go.
So, I called Brenda Love a few days before Mother’s Day to let her know that I couldn’t come out to see her on that Sunday but wanted to take her to lunch on the Saturday before.