Loving my mother is an easy thing to do. She is just there for me, no matter what. Whenever I’ve needed her. There are always questions about choices I’ve made or not made, but she’s just … there. Always. And of course, even when I’m stupid beyond belief. For example …
Friends, I’m 36 years old. If you read my blog you know I’m no stranger to alcohol. I can out drink many people and still be sober. It’s quite odd. I digress. So, let me put it this way …
I’m 36 years old and still call my mom for a ride home because I’m too drunk to drive.
I can tell you endless stories of ShaNaNa and I calling my mom at 2 something in the morning, barely able to speak let alone figure out where I am for her to come get us. Okay maybe not endless stories, but many. One in particular that’s my absolute favorite …
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