Day to day diary of a 40 year old working mother. Recipes, ocassional attempts at humor, family photos.
My mom used to twist our arms to sit at the kitchen table and write thank you cards. It became a habit for me, and I swear now I run right upstairs after opening Christmas presents to start writing the thank yous.And my mother still forces my brothers to write a card to me. One year, I got a hilarious one from Middle Brother that said:Dear Sarah,Blah blah thank you blah blah book blah blah like it very much blah blah blah.Heh.
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