AND THEY DON'T THINK THEY NEED THEIR MOM

Got the call today from Moosehead. Yup, they need their mom. It's ok, nothing is wrong. They, the 18 and 16 year olds, (you know the ones that don't need their mom anymore), forgot something.



You guessed it. They needed me, mom, the woman who gave birth to them BOTH, (and one of them was 10pounds 4 ounces and 24 inches long. Thats 2 FEET!!!) And Home Births to boot! Which translates to NO DRUGS!!! I felt EVERY pain. The woman who wiped their backsides, picked up after them. Cleaned their puke. Taught them how to walk, talk, an to many other things to mention.

One of the cousins was heading up to camp tonight and could I please bring the paint balls (left in the garage, beside the christmas tree), to where she works so they can have them. Teenagers!

Yeah, they still need me. Well just a little. Oh yeah, did I mention, they had their Dad call for them. Sweet Blue Eyes.

P.S... Your Welcome Boys


Hugs from Maine