It's a sad day. My intolerant uncle could no longer stand the mood swings and finally agreed to put her on meds. So, in final homage to Her Crazedness here are two oldies:
(Fourth of July): "Yeah, you'll be counting telegraph poles in the back of the bus."
(at the dinner table, mouth of full of chocolate cake and various other sweet goopies): "Alex, do you think a fireplace is romantic?"
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