It is like twinspeak, complete with ghetto jive redneck hippy slang.

I had one or 2 of y'all tell me that you like My Crazy, and it occurred to me just now to introduce you to the person who caused it/nurtures it/inspires it.  If you were to ask him he would say the same is true in reverse, but since this is my blog I win.  Plus he's older.  And funnier.  And more of a joy to be around.  So I win.

Mark is my brother and my best friend.  Sometimes I want to kick him in the shin, but I wouldn't be half the person I am today without his friendship and love.   Also?  It's nice having someone to point the finger at when I get all random.  Even better that he gets it.

These exchanges that appeared on my Facebook wall this morning are perfect examples of how we talk to each other 80% of the time.

In the first he is complimenting my beads~

And in the second we are discussing the birthday dinner we are having for him on Sunday:

(Fried Chicken, chicken n dumplings, garlic mashed potatoes, hull peas, crescent rolls, and peach cobbler)

(the boy knows what he likes, and he specified MY fried chicken & Chicken Dumplings)

(not mama's)

(not nana's)

(mine)

(I'mizalluhsquee!)

He plays a big role in my Happy.

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