…What, Mom?!

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I come home from work and find my apartment slightly rearranged. Some strange gizmo has been left on my kitchen counter. Quirky bandit if this is the case. Maybe they did my laundry too?

My mom had clearly stopped by earlier. I check my texts and there’s a message from Ma Dukes:

“I bought you a salad tosser. I want my money for it….you’re welcome.”

There’s laws against that shit, Mom. It’s a salad spinner….and it really has changed my world. Get you one.