The usual suspects were in the lobby when I got there after work. Donald had a cross he had made me for Misha's grave. Mom had took a nap and said she woke up and went down to have fish, hush puppies, turnip greens, potatoes and jello. She thought it was breakfast.
Donald brought up the nonsense some people have of saying the President was born in a foreign country. I told him some people do not think there's a moon out there either. Then I asked Siri on my phone to send him to the moon. She promptly generated a "to" message that said "The moon" but said she didn't know who my uncle was.
Mom almost got upset about it thinking she really was going to send him to the moon. "You shouldn't mess with that Greg" she said, referring to the technology behind it. I told her it can't do anything like that.
She said she watched the State of The Union speech last night. "I feel all the way different about him. I think God put him in there. He's smart." Then she commented on how he was born in another country and came here and reminded us of our heritage. I guess I should send her to the moon with her brother.
Speaking of him, when I got there they both said some couple had passed by and asked them how long they had been married. Mom said she's not sure if they ever got them straightened out or not.
Drake went in the kitchen tonight and I barked like a big dog. He came running in here and thought it was outside. After some watch dogging he tired out and laid down on the sofa.
