A few years ago, probably aided with a complete and utter pre occupation with self and/or a healthy hangover, I forgot my mother's birthday.
That has only happened once. I cannot disclose the mechanism of injury which has ensured that I will never again miss that day while dwelling topside on rare earth.
Happy Birthday mom.
We both know that I love you more than your other children. Remember, it is ok to reflect that special bond we share when you hand out the Christmas cards again this year. *wink
((hugs))
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So not fair....I'm sending Mom ANOTHER card tomorrow.
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