If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been. ~Robert Brault
Just because these fur babies didn't squeeze out of my vagina doesn't make me any less than a mother. I fret over them constantly. I wipe their eyes, make sure they eat, brush their teeth, worry they are bored, and on and on. My babies rule my life and make it worth living. They share my joys and my saddness and worry, especially gi, when I bang into things and curse loud. She'll always rush right over and glare at me like "jeez louize be careful. I rely on you!" I once kept a 700 a month apartment I couldn't afford so pooh the cat had a safe place to call home.
I sent my mom flowers and we'll skype later. I have live chat at 3:00 central (4 eastern, 1 pacific, I think) but mostly I will be doing what I have been doing the last few days is making dread extensions, dreading my hair and attaching them. Golly I have a lotta hair. Lots are done but right down the center of the back is not. I'll watch too many episodes of Law and Order SVU where I can watch Fin say "You have the right to an attorney and if you throw up in my car, I'll kill ya."
