Dear Mom,
I'm sorry I used to go into your bathroom, admire your lipsticks, twist them up, try them on, and then the second I thought I heard you coming smash the caps back on. I didn't realize how frustrating that was.
I'm putting "part 1" because I'm slowly learning that parenthood is really just about making us feel bad for the things we did to our parents when we were kids. I've already called my mom several times to apologize for various things, so I'm sure there will be many more entries like this.
Oh, and while I'm at it:
Dear Sarah,
I'm sorry I let you take the rap for it.
Monterey revisited
8 years ago
1 comment:
This report would be much better with pictures.
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