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I just got a text from my mom.

She went up to see Nanny today. She went to see her because she's her momma and she loves her. She also went to see her to check on her because of a story that involves Nanny, last week, a bathtub, 26 hours and no one to help her out. But that's another story for another time.

What my mom texted me was a picture of Nanny's fridge.

And this is what was inside:

Seems I'm not the only one who loves those raspberries in a turquoise bowl. If you look closely, you'll see the cracked-wheat bread in there, too!