Wednesday, February 12, 2003

Mommie Dearest

I was maybe a third of the way through a diatribe about my mother's recent visit, Calphalon, unwanted gifts, etc., when I decided to bag the whole thing and spare you the gorey details. I'm just glad it's all over with and I can get back to my life. Until she comes May.

Meanwhile, the dog peed on the mailman's bag today. Can you say mortified?

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