my dear mother.
she is just the best.
only she would know that i would rather have Easter candy in my valentine treat bag.
(i may or may not have an unhealthy addiction to these)
each and every day i discover more and more where my weirdness comes from.
the other night we were both up late working on things in the kitchen and one of us started singing,
"it's my party and i'll cry if i want to"
and then the other joined in.
for ten minutes we proceeded to change lead vocal and back up singer.
we never acknowledged it, but just kept on with our tasks.
it was pretty great.
and if i turn out just like her when i grow up, i will consider myself lucky :)
plus, she taught me how to booty pop!
only kidding, but we sure taught her.
moral of the story, i love my momma.
she knows best.
i love you.
(said in my best t-pain voice)