I made Mom take a picture with all her children. She didn't want to walk out into the grass or "Viper Villas" as she calls it. I was going to dress up like Mom and create a short but entertaining, after-lunch skit during which I would poke fun at Mom by acting just like her. Unfortunately my dark complexion and ethnic nose prevented me from looking anything like my own mother. This is really a perplexing thought. I don't look a thing like the lady but everything I say, think, and do has Mom written all over it. This means that I too, will be a crazy old lady.
I will laugh spontaneously, fire my finger guns when I get excited, hum when I eat sweets, and avoid jobs at all costs. Just kidding Mom. You work harder than all of us. (Or something like that.)
I know a lot of lovely mothers. Some of which I have volunteered to be my honorary Mom if ever my own Mom isn't around. Fun mothers. Sweet mothers. Crafty mothers. There are all kinds. But I, I've got a best friend Mom.
How great it that?
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