My dear mother...

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Doesn't have a clue...

Now before you all jump to the conclusion that I think my mother is unintelligent; Please, calm down. I'm not saying that. That isn't the intention of that statement. Your perception however, may have been that that line was a dig at my mother. All that line is is a small introduction to this post. It's just my way of writing. You'll get used to it.

Anyhoo... My Mother doesn't have a clue. About how much I love her.

Comments

Wreckless Euroafrican said…
2 true.....

Salagatle!
11:15 am
Stuart Douglas said…
You wee sweetie, you :)
6:47 pm
Divemaster GranDad said…
Watch it, Aunty P...he wants something... :-)
7:59 am
jenny said…
We all know how much you love your mother! We all love your mother! And I love her even more now...cause I know what she did!

Go Mrs D!!!
12:11 pm
Divemaster GranDad said…
Ok, so tell the rest of us what she did...
5:21 pm
Ross Douglas said…
She tidied my house.

Anyone that can do that deserves a medal.
11:42 pm
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