Last night we pulled into a handicapped spot at the store and I opened the trunk to get out the wheelchair. Mama J said, quite seriously, “Do you think when people see me they wonder why I’m using a wheelchair? Because I don’t look like I need a wheelchair.” Um, ok. Glad for the positive attitude, but remember when I told you I was afraid to take you out in public because it looked like I was beating you and starving you to death? 😂😂😂 Stay tough, Mama J! Leftover photo from Memorial Day.
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