Just to give you a glimpse into the mind of the weirdo that is my first born, this is a letter she wrote me this afternoon (all the misspellings and grammatical errors are original, I couldn't make this stuff up):
Mommy-Doo-Dah-Day,
Hola comostas, I am well and kicking. It's a lovely friday afternoon. It's just you and I. Sitting at the kitchen table. Your reading a blog. You know the visual. I'm procrastinating against my chores...again. I had a 9th grade writing assessment today. I wrote about raising the driving age to 18. I think it's a good idea. But I'm pretty sure I'm the only one, but oh well. It's okay to be unique. Well I guess I should do my chores so I can go do something with the Melissa's tonight. Like spending the night and watching a movie. K g'bye
Love ya' Always and Forever
Moe
p.s give me a jingle someday- Tee-Hee. JK.
Love you Mom.
