I have a new manic-obsessive addiction to the Chinese game of Mah-Jong. And I think it's beginning to affect my "real" life as I walk around muttering to myself about east winds and green dragons and bamboo nines and the cursed fortress and the spider's relentless snare. It is the last thing I think about at night and my first goal of the day to dismantle the turtle or the cat before I will even consider getting out of my nightgown and dealing with chores an' such. OK-so call me weird. But I will be the MASTER of the dragon's teeth...if it's the last crazy thing I do.
I've always known you were the epitome of a Southern Woman but the Mah-Jong business is the icing on the cake! S'riously!
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