Lies, damn dirty lies. Mother Gatewood never said that on April 27, 2008.

It was a Sunday, I remember it well, Mothers L and G were arguing about who had left the last bottle of vodka with just a little bit at the bottom, the trace amount that even a good tonguing of the neck wasn't even worth the effort. Well, as all family squabbles at the Lunwood home, we ended up at the emergency room, under assumed names since mothers are on the turnaway list for trying to medicate their pain away. Which started another fight about who had the best plan for health care, Hilary Clinton or Jesus. Not really a comparison since both Hilary when elected and Jesus both could heal the sick, but with Jesus, the waits were a bitch. Especially for lepers, they would be dropping fingers and toes like mad in some those lines. And then of course, Mama G started quoting some of her odes to Hilary and things got ugly again.

That was April 27, 2008 according to my calendar. Maybe you should check yours before you try to smear anyone else with your damned lying lies. Liar.