Tuesday, June 7, 2011
When I'm senile
Daughter Deborah sent a belated Mom's Day card in which she promised to make sure my socks match when I'm senile. I already made Megan promise to pluck two hairs that seem to sprout on my face when I'm too senile to do it myself. So what more could I ask? No facial hair and matching socks. Heaven.
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