Take another little piece of my heart.
So, where are they? The joy of my heart? They seem to be missing. Or maybe I'm missing them. After a mother's love there is no love. I don't know who said that but it may be true. No matter how many tattoos you have. No matter how many times you wake her up on Saturday morning @ 7 am with a phone call. No matter how many times you don't call her. Even if you spill your nail polish on the new front steps (It's BROWN, it will blend in!) Even if you forget to flush the toilet. Or leave your life (in boxes) in the basement. Your mother always loves you. She might be mad as hell, but she still loves you.
Happy Valentine's day to my four lovely offspring.
posted by MadgeMc at 9:53 PM
7 Comments:
Momma!
I love you soooo much!
Tear. So cute.
oh, mama! cutest valentine EVER!
That is possibly the cutest thing I've even seen.
We certainly love you, Ma, even if we don't call.
Austin
hey, is that reward legit? Cause I might know where a coupld of these kids are.
This type of sentimental tripe is what has lead the the burgeoning gay and lesbian population in this country. Mollycoddling, in any form and at any age, is completely unexceptable and must be dealt with harshly. These children all needed, and received, a good kick in the pants from their father who has always believed that nothing engenders love and devotion like fear.
Stevil
So, it took some sentimental tripe to finally get some comments. I see now the direction I'm going.
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