Crazy Is As Crazy Does

The Big Debate

Me:  Do you think I’m crazy?

Em:  Yes.

Me:  You said that with out hesitation.  Maybe you should think about it for a second.

Em:  Nope, don’t need to think about it.

Me:  Ok, maybe you can tell me why you think I’m crazy.

Em:  Mom, people can just look at you and see that you’re crazy, and when they talk to you then they definitely know there is something wrong with you.

Me:  But I’m fun right?

Em:  Oh, yah!  You’re fun!

Me:  In all seriousness…crazy, crazy? Or just a bit crazy?

Em:  Mom, look at what you’re wearing.

Me:  Pajama bottoms are about being comfortable they have no reflection on one’s mental state.

Em:  Ok, how about the fact that you will talk to anyone, anywhere, anytime?

Me:  I’m friendly.

Em:  You are free with your words.

Me:  People shouldn’t be afraid of  WORDS.…Vagina.

Em:  Maybe those meds you are taking is what makes you crazy.

THOMAS IS HOWLING WITH LAUGHTER!!!!

Em:  What’s so funny?

Thomas:  Those meds are what’s keeping your mom as sane as she is.  The word you are looking for is “stabilized”.

Me:  Hey, you married me!

Thomas:  Bless my heart.