Dear John,
I bought Drumstick ice cream cones . . . Yummy!
Love,
Mom
Chances are these were on sale . . .
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- The SWAT Team Wouldn't Let Me Use the Bathroom
- Salt & Pepper Recycling
- Lunch Bag Note
- Did You Take My Doll Head?
- Does it Hurt When You're on the Toilet?
- Rib X-Ray
- Sophie & The Skeleton
- Philly Pulled Pork
- Happy Belated Birthday, Pop!
- No Movie For My Mom
- Sweet Potato Text
- Pork in the House
- Don't Be Late to the Funeral
- The Floppy Plate
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- Where does the bathing suit go?
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About The Author
- John
- Long Island, NY, United States
- I am 31 years old and grew up on Long Island. I attended a very strict Catholic High School, but not by choice. I didn't get along too well with my Mom when I was younger, but I always loved her very much. This blog is respectfully dedicated to one of the most unique, eccentric women I have ever known. And did I mention talented? My Mom could write a note on ANYTHING: Post-Its, notepads, even paper towels! Thanks for reading!
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