"You're talking about that crazy bitch with the black hat and her son, right?"
Hm sounds like me and my mom. Can I ask what we did to be known as "that crazy bitch with the black hat and her son"? Because, for all I know, we sat through a Broadway show, enjoying ourselves after recently dealing with a death in our family. Though I wasn't close with the person that got murdered, she was still family to me. From the moment I found out on Thursday (before it even hit the news) until late Saturday night, I was all tears. You try seeing your aunt on the news talking about how great HER aunt was. My mom kept trying to get around me to get me to not think about it. So finally, we decided to see TWS. Yesterday, except for the little article in Daily News, I didn't even think about what happened. I was in NYC, enjoying my day, escaping reality for 10 hours. It took our minds off of the horrible situation and we enjoyed 3 hours of great talent. So what did we do that makes us a "crazy bitch"?
Updated On: 8/21/06 at 07:58 AM