Double Whammy...

Last night was a typical Friday night, I suppose. My mom came into town, we went out to dinner and Molly and I went and saw a movie. When we got home, she popped a sleeping pill and passed out. It had only been just a few minutes when the talking began:

"Ewww. Gross...GROSS! Cocker spaniels. Exactly how many outfits does one need?!"

"Where's Dottie? Comfy."

And then, a mere 21 minutes later, she spoke again:

"Are you gonna dye my hair? I want it back to my natural color"

I probably should add that the night before this, I wasn't even allowed to enter the bedroom and was forced to sleep on the couch in my jeans. I would have made a post about it but her words have escaped me.