I got up at 530 am this morning to meet my mom at the airport. I am not a morning person ( Read more... )

"Did you put lotion on your face?" - her.
"No." - me
"Here. I got you some. Put it on. You look like shit." - her

Oh, thanks. -_- lol.

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In honor of Mother's Day, I'm going to write a bit about my mom.

My mom, Margaret or Peggy, was born the fifth of seven girls. She was born to my Grandma Grace and Grandpa Joe (who died of lung cancer three years or so before I was born) in Freeport, Long Island.

She grew up there, in a cramped house full of girls. She likes to relay these stories ( Read more... )