why i love my mom

i'm having a crappy day, complaining my head off, so naturally complaining my mom's ear off, stressed out, frustrated, utterly pissed and to top it all off, i put on my favorite fleece pants and find that sometime between now and presumably the last wash they now hit me mid-shin rather than ankle legnth. "OMgosh i exclaim my new fleece pants you gave me for christmas are shorter than capris somehow, crap". And though it is march at the time, it is cold and wet, yet mom breaks out with the prompt exuberant reply, "just in time for spring!" and i'm trying so hard to stay pissed off, but instead i laugh.



the childlike simple minded gumball machine lives