Fatter Mommy, Not Again

Why does it seem like Fatter Mommy is a big part of my life?

Today morning I was dozing on my bed when my sister came in with (you guessed it) Fatter Mommy to say Good Morning to me.

And since Fatter Mommy couldn't speak, she did the next best thing, communicating through touch.

I felt a great impact and heard a loud thud, as Fatter Mommy launched herself off my sister's outstretched hands and onto... my bed!

Causing me to jump right out of my bed (since I couldn't jump out of my skin). You could say Fatter Mommy makes a great alarm clock.

I am currently traumatised as to the state of my bedsheets as Fatter Mommy sleeps (and rolls around) on her pee-soaked tissue.