When I grow up . . .

. . . I want to be more like my mother.  I don’t even know where to begin . . .

 

I realized that everything I like in life (pick ANYTHING that I like), somehow reminds me of my mother.

 

I’m feeling sappy.

 

Sorry.

 

She can belch sentences.

 

Loudly.

 

Better?

 

🙂