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Never say never…

But then again, better late than never.

I don’t know what that means, but I’m pretty sure that means that everything is better late.  Best would be arriving just in time.

I wanted to post about mothers day (obviously, my motherhood means the world to me), and have been thinking of nothing but all day, what with Emma and Lucas showering me with dandelions and mud cakes all day… oh, and the monkey bar shows, lest we forget the monkey bars.  Emma’s tremendously proud of her achievements on the monkey bars these days *giggles*.  We’ve been so busy, I missed the midnight deadline, but lo, didn’t I hear on the radio tonite that Mother’s day is now a week.  Who’s fucking idea was that?  Do you have any clue what the world would look like after 7 days of women fucking off?  I shudder at the thought.

Likewise we all know that women never fuck off anyways, so there you have it.  I cooked us a nice little steak din din tonite, and man, it was good.  Oh, and I managed to BBQ for once, while Kevin finished up the bulletin.  I hope you all enjoyed it.

And my mother’s day gift to me (cause hey, that’s who I write this bloody diary for!)…..


That I’m a mother…

From a long line of mothers.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you mom’s out there.  We know you do your best.  That’s why we do ours.


P.S.  And so all you dads don’t feel left out and all… I give you… a picture…

That reminds me who made me one. 

And there’s no greater gift… and I couldn’t be any more grateful.

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