My mother wishes she could have stayed home today. She'd love to have me by her side, and season her food with fresh sneeze.
She went to work instead. Have I ever mentioned how much her work is driving her crazy? How stressed out she is?

Mother, I didn't get to sneeze on your lunch today, but here's my suggestion for you: Practice yoga. And eat more often.
I love you <3.

Hello friends!
Browsing through old pictures, I realized I never told you about that time, back then, when my sister and I started a band. Sadly, we couldn't agree on anything - not even a name for the band, except that she was going to play the keyboard and I was going to be the lead barker. I owe you a video of our one and only performance.

My crafty mother signed up to participate in a valentine's day exchange fifteen days prior to that date.
After weekdays and weekends of brainstorming she finally came up with an idea, for an 18 month old boy.
The project involved pieces of fabric, needles, scissors and thread. After hiding from us to work by herself, she noticed other moms chose projects to include the kids instead.
The deadline arrived, and five weeks later she's not done. Among other reasons, this is why she hasn't helped me blog for a while. But she'll finish one of these days, and that kid will know who I really am. Or how I really smell, actually.

Mom's phone was about to collapse with tons and tons of pictures and no storage space, so she promised to help me post every day to use the wonderful pictures of yours truly, before they get transferred to the computer to never be seen again. (Unless someone teaches mother how to organize pictures in a Mac.)
Anyway, weeks passed and we barely post, and mom's phone seem to have forgotten that there's no space. At least it stopped reminding her, and she's even been able to take more pictures!
So with more pictures in paw, I'm training a new secretary. First lessons will include how to talk fluently, followed by reading and writing. Hopefully she'll also learn how to type. But for now all she does is stare at the computer monitor.
I'm about to scream: "you're fired!!!"

Forget it. Folding is never gonna happen.