I picked them just for you...

Mom, Moooommmmm, Mommmmmyyyyyy, I picked these just for you! You know, I got them from the "garden" in our backyard with all of the lovely brown weeds, next to the entire winters worth of dog poop and a few piles of snow that just won't go away.

Every rose has it's thorn...every stick has it's sliver, and every sweet boy who loves his Big Momma knows that there is something to that "if momma ain't happy ain't nobody happy" thing. What better way to butter me up then with this lovely bouquet, which was definitely worthy of a shotglass vase.



B.M. + Jeepers Creepers
TLA
BFF
(true love always and best friends forever in case you don't remember that from note writing in the 80's)