Mama is not happy unless she is knocking out walls, moving furniture or polishing off an entire cake. She is single-handedly capable of picking up an armour and placing it in another room altogether! I have never met anyone quite like her. Sunday I returned to the apartment with a store-bought chocolate cake. My husband tried a piece and said it was nothing special. I told her as much and then had a small slice myself just to check it out. He was right, it was nothing special. But this morning when I went into the kitchen the empty box was in the trash. Was it possible that she ate the rest? There were at least 6 slices left!
I was still very skeptical of the fact that she had eaten 3 pounds of maple fudge last summer and quite amazed that she didn’t end up in a diabetic coma. Now I have seen for myself the proof of this insanely incredible woman! So the conclusion to this story is this: If it’s not nailed down she will either move it or eat it!