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It It’s Not One Thing, It’s My (Impossible) Mother || Bingo, Peaches and Cheese Puff Balls

Well, I am happy to say that I survived driving around town with my my 75-year-old chauffeur/personal assistant mother.

We were scheduled to leave the house at 8:30 so I could make my 8:30 am physical therapy appointment. After five years of intermittent therapies with at least ten different providers, I have…