well you would think that for a Queen my Christmas would go swell and everything would go just as planned.
think again.
as many of you may know, my mother suffers from BVFTD dementia , stage 8, at the age of only 51...this has been the worst Christmas with her yet; and my bird died.
life is crazy as we know it, but life is crazier when you have a mother with no brain cells left walking around breathing air still..
yes i am writing this on a brand new HP laptop, but i also have tears streaming down my face as i write this, because my favorite bird was attacked and killed by my grown male cat, Pepper.
thats all for now, xoxo,
Barbie.