Confession: My mom is crazy.  She’s also extremely sweet, but she’s crazy.  Now that I’ve put that out there, I feel a little better.  I also feel like I’ve betrayed her because she has not admitted this to herself or anyone else that she is, in fact, crazy.  Perhaps because it is only an episodic insanity, usually ignited by a major event in my life.  She went a little crazy during piano recitals, proms, birthdays, graduations, and guess what’s up next? … My wedding.  And is she waiting for the date to unleash her particularly potent bag of crazy? No. Why wait when you can board the crazy train today.  Tickets are free!

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