The Informal Matriarch
Not your typical motherly reflections
There are days like that and you’re entitled to that. I love you and I think I will phone you when I come back from my walk.
All I have to say is “ditto!”
Well… fine then. 🙂
Hug for Munchy! Thinking about you guys these days… I miss the boys!
Maybe you should write me a poem.
Oh Petara you wiener you
You’re allergic to cold and you’re eyes are the color of poo
You’re the weirdest person I’ve ever known
And I’m sorry I gave you a concussion…
I love that you just came out and said so. Love the bluntness!
Enjoy, it will pass.
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