I know I'm awesome. My mom raised me to think so...she's ended nearly every conversation with me - ever! - by saying "you're the best!" But, um, wow. She just rewrote my (already pretty kick ass) resume...and I sound AMAZING. a-MAAAAAAAAAAA-zing. AMAZING.
Yes, I could go on ad nauseum. But 'amazing' pretty much covers it.
Moms rock. For SO many reasons. Appreciate yours. Now.
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So who *is* this internationally-raised, assumed Southern transplant living in the Great White North? Damned good question. If you find the answer, certainly let me know. I'm looking to find the self-actualization short-cut....
"Women should be obscene and not heard." - Groucho Marx
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