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in equally divine matters: i'm heading to greenville this weekend to celebrate mamie's bday with her. i can't wait to be there already, with her falling sideways into rose bushes... because right now, she's doing that micro-managing thing she's always talking about her mother doing. except, she's totally oblivious to doing it.

mame: i don't micro-manage.

me: you just told me when to come, as in what hour i needed to leave wilmington. i'm going to blog about how micro-managing you are.

mame: just as long as you open with...

me: i can't hear you because i just hung up.

earlier that day...

me, upon hearing the bloop-bleep sound of a fancy car: what's that noise? did a car just honk at you?

her, from her outback: no, it's me. see, my car's just like me. it thinks it's a lamborghini.