I wait on her hand and foot. (But yet she is full of life because of Camille) I will take her dinner to her and with a glass of milk.

She has got to have milk. MUST be milk. The glass has GOT to be to the brim or she WILL get angry.

That is America.

I know, she has my head all kcufed up, but it is for a good cause. It was really bad before Camille came in to the picture in early June.