Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Wednesday Story

Once upon a time when I was but a girl, my mom and I came home after a long day of work and school, respectively. My mom walked up the back steps, unlocked the door and held it open for me. As if in slow motion she fell ass over tea kettle off the steps and into the garbage cans and azalea bush. Her mouth made a perfect O as this happened. After I finally stopped laughing and caught my breath, I helped her up and brushed her off. I'm sure it wasn't the last time she wondered just what the hell kind of daughter she was raising.

The End.



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