If you have ever wondered how I ended up being the slightly insane, excessively weird person I am, well speculate no more. As a treat, today the velvet rope is down. I am letting you see behind the heavy drapes concealing the inner-workings of my DNA.
The following are screen shots of a group text conversation my mother sent to me and sister this morning. In the text--and in real life for that matter--Ronnie Stewart is my mom. My sister's comments are labeled, well, "sis," and my remarks are the blue ones.
I think after reading this you will have a better understanding of the madness that courses through my veins.