BTW, she totally follows my blog. And kindly ignores the sex jokes, binge drinking and variations on those two themes. Which is to say most of it.
Anyways, here is the letter I wrote for her:
Dear Mom,
Thank you for your
Things to thank you for:
Your nose.
Buying me a talking ninja turtle.
Not taking away the talking ninja turtle.
Buying spider man bandaids because they totally work better.
Unplugging the Nintendo.
Raising me, my sister and two dogs single-handedly. And making it look easy.
Teaching me how to shave.
Just rolling with it when I shaved my head.
Buying me a classical guitar even though I used it to play punk music.
Pretending you liked punk music.
Knocking.
Giving me my first box of condoms. Trogan Large. At Thirteen.
Pretending the walls in our house were soundproof.
Being right most of the time.
Not bragging about being right most of the time.
In short, you are like, awesome and stuff. I love you.
Haha large condoms at thirteen. Your mom rocks.
ReplyDeleteShe certainly set the bar high!
ReplyDeleteGood thing condoms take years to expire :P