Baking soda, baking soda.

My mother-in-law, Shawn’s mother this morning in the kitchen:

“Baking soda, baking soda.

We have baking soda everywhere!

We have baking soda and you just don’t knoooooooow.”

Then grabbed the object that she was creepily sing-songing over and promptly left. I just thought all of you should know, in case some day you see that woman on the t.v. from Florida? With the shot gun? Singing, “Baking Soda, baking soda“…

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