Yep, that’s me, as well. I deviated and as a result, even my second start word didn’t yield all that much. So I get it about being leery of a different starter. It’s like, “if it ain’t broke,” kinda thing, right?
Ratboy elected not to wake up mom at 8:00, woke her at 10: first words out of her mouf were Happy Easter!
Wanted to know if we were feeding everyone in the living room or breakfast nook. All the kids, her dead siblings, mother, and late friends. Cake, ice cream, open presents. Then we’d all sing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. My female cousin D was going to be Santa, and female cousin J was going to be something else (an elf? she said, but I forgot in the word salad). Wanted to know where I was, and when is everyone showing up? Where are the Christmas ornaments? Where is the poteça I bought?
Are we going to the funeral?