#25) Define Crazy

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The English say “she’s mad” and they mean it as a compliment, usually.

There’s good crazy and there’s bad crazy.

The more I think about my childhood the more I realise we were all way way out there. Nuts.

Mother was good crazy growing up. I see everything through the lens of hindsight of course, not sure if “more clearly” is the accurate phrase, but through an adult lens at any rate. I worshipped her as a child.

She had the loudest laugh in all of Escambia, Santa Rosa and Walton counties combined. My Mother was the one who could stop an entire Red Lobster from eating and turn and stare. If the Couches were with us, Peg Couch would join in with a snort based laugh, holding her index finger above her nose as if that would block the sound, but on inhale, it was like a fat man snoring. Steve and I laughed along too, long over any embarrassment and frankly just happy (mostly) to have goofy parents.