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Just Another Phone Call From Mom
My mom kills me, truly. She'll get going about some insane thing that happened to her, and I'll start laughing silently so as not to enrage her, but I never quite make it. Silent laughter turns outnto be a not so silent killer.
I miss phone calls from Mom, but I have phone calls from daughter instead. (hmmm, that makes me Mom). We laugh a lot out loud. She's the one who rants about things that have happened to her and I find a way to make her laugh.
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine that your Mom doesn't eventually love your laugh.
Would you like to get together on Friday next for that long promised beer?
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I can now post comments at will. Let the festivities begin!
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Oh the humanity!
ReplyDeleteWell laugh silently perhaps but it can't compare to the laughing out loud poor moo endures as she tries to relate the real life misadventures of such things as cat poo and face suckers, not to mention woofers and kerploppies. And I do love your laugh....it makes me laugh...And of course, I do love you.
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