Being the type of national
On a day like Mothers Day, I like to take time out to be thankful for everything
I wish other people were as considerate as me. Unfortunately, my Mothers Day wasn't terribly exciting. Chel and the Jew showed up
We were all ready to dig in, when Bill spoiled everything by making everyone hold hands and saying a prayer about
As a special bonus, we invited Dr. Morell, who was kind enough to bring over more sample packages of Zoloft and a bottle of merlot. That man can eat! The kids seem to like him, though, and we all had a good laugh watching them play after he spiked their orange juice with Valium. Then they threw up.
Overall, I still have much to be grateful for. Of course, I still miss my mom and the good times we used to have. I think we still have the leather corset we gave her somewhere in the attic.