Letters to Mama

First I found this letter in my room...

Signed by "anonamous" & came with a drawing.

Hmm...who could possibly write such glowing things about Ginger Girl? What a sweet, adorable person to do that.

I smiled. I put the letter down. I went about folding laundry. 

Then a flash of lots of long red hair, freckles, & yoga pants appeared before me in my room. It was gone in a flurry just as fast as it appeared in a flurry. It was like a Tazmanian Devil in Irish form had come out of the woodwork only to visit for 2.5 seconds and leave a trail of upset in its wake. After I stopped spinning in my own cloud of confusion from what just happened, I looked around my room. 

I looked up. The t-shirt I had been folding had flown out of my hand & was stuck by one sleeve to the ceiling above me. Below that, the basket of laundry was tipped over, t-shirts, comfy pants, & black socks spilling out of it onto the bed. The folded clothes were strewn all over the bed, no longer in their neat little perfectly squared piles. There was a cat in the middle of all the folded & unfolded clothing, sitting straight up, ears back, fur in a mohawk, very confused by what had just happened. 

In the midst of it all, I saw another green piece of paper. I was a wee bit scared to open it after what I'd just seen and not understood. I reached towards it, expecting the paper to be smoking from appearing in such a manner. It wasn't. I picked it up & this is what I read...

Best Irish Tazmanian Devil ever.