Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I Want You to Meet My Mom

Here she is:

She knows everything about me.  And I mean everything.  (I promise, Mom.  There's nothing else I need to tell you about.  You know it all, and I'm looking forward to not being grounded sometime in 2027.)

She loves me, all of me.  What a relief.

I love her, too.

1 comment:

  1. I love you too, Aunt Dianne!

    Koolaid for the win.