Mama B was watching her Easter Service online. She saw a woman singing that had tested positive for the Rona A WEEK AGO and things have gotten spicy.

So... the Rona Lady might have to move because the Ladies Auxiliary ain’t having it. If KY Gov Beshear wants to enforce his guidelines, he needs to put Mama B on it.

Mama B has been on the phone, upset with her church folks since service ended and... in a strange turn of events, Rona Lady has called Mama B to discuss.

Mama B: “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I am not that one.”

Me:

I can’t live tweet all this, but I don’t understand why this woman is gonna call and attempt to put Mama B in her place. That’s a fool’s errand, Rona Lady.

Mama B hung up on Rona Lady and the pastor has called. Twice. Mama B is staring at the ringing phone.

“Who does he think he is? He ain’t Jesus for real.”

I don’t understand any of this. They didn’t just meet my mother. What is going on?

If he calls back, I’m gonna have to intervene.

“Look here, Rev. I gotta tell you something. You know how tough my dad was? Well, he was the easygoing one of the two.”

My aunt has called in and my mom has just ethered Rona Lady.

“You know she doesn’t even season her food? Her chicken was so bland...”

Y’all should ask @KatieKatCubs how fired up Mama B was this morning. And it’s only gotten worse.

She’s finally off the phone and now pacing a bit. @KatieKatCubs is like “check on her” and I’m just gonna sit right here in this sunroom, thank you kindly.

I made my mistake.

Yesterday, I washed dishes and didn’t put everything away. Why? Because, as I told Mama B “I don’t know where everything goes.” Her solution? TB takes everything out of the cabinets, clean them and our everything back. “Now you know.”

Anyway. How is catching the Rona not the worst thing to happen to you this month?

I promise that when the quarantine is lifted, I will live stream the first face-to-face with Mama B and the Rona Lady.