I should tell you stories about my mom. One day in late winter my mom went outside to talk to the neighbor but didn't come back for a long time. My parents got a dog that was rather large puppy and all black. Turned out after he grew up that he was a cross of a Saint bernard and a black lab, black color with st Bernard temperament. A big loving playful dog. This dog delayed my mother by rolling knocking her down and rolling her around in the snow, the more he aged, the more she laughed and couldn't get up. When she finally came in she was covered in snow and still laughing.
One of the times she was in the hospital we stopped and got her breakfast and donuts with all the layout to make it fancy. She started to laugh and the nursing staff thought she was getting hysterical, came on the double just to see her all happy and enjoying her breakfast.
During on visit we decided to pull an all nighter, which excluded a trip to an Embers, where we sat with friends enjoying the chatter.
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