I was laying in my bed waiting for my mom to decide on our dinner plans tonight. And as I'm waiting in my room Ruby is barking, wanting to go outside. I hear a scream from my mom's room and she says, "RUBY. GET A LIFE! GAH!"
We finally decided on dinner. I drove mom's car and of course she's sitting in the passenger seat dancing her little heart out. The first song to come on the radio is "Beat It" by Michael Jackson. My mom LOVES Michael Jackson. I'm pretty sure she cried when he passed away. So she has her hands in the air and is moving around all the way to the restaurant.
While we're there Mom starts talking about herself back in the day. She mentioned some man and said, "he called me peanut." "Some of my friends called me Dynamite!" ........... My mom, Dynamite? I asked her why and her response: "Cause big things come in small packages! And I was small."
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