It Mum's birthday today.
Mum is not sentimental and she loathes nick-knacks. One birthday, I gave her this hideous "What-a-mother-means"plaque:
On the back of it, I taped a Lowe's gift card; v. practical. Like Mum. Here she is with Atlasta, a.k.a. Brother D, Area Man:
She is grandmother:
Queen Anne in Hungary for Habitat.
Animal Tolerator:
"Yes, you're very sweet. Now go away."
I cherish our not-meaning-to-be-funny conversations, where she ends it with, "Oh, shut up," in that v. proper Queen's English accent:
At Mum's Dinner Dance.
Animal Tolerator:
"Yes, you're very sweet. Now go away."
I cherish our not-meaning-to-be-funny conversations, where she ends it with, "Oh, shut up," in that v. proper Queen's English accent:
At Mum's Dinner Dance.
Blow out your candles,
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