Sunday, March 8, 2009

Theron

I remember that we were not always the most perfect children and occasionally mom would let us know. I always needed a little extra clarity in my retributions so mom learned how to express her displeasure in my behavior in a rather high decibel level. However during any tirade she had the uncanny ability of answering the phone sounding as if she had just picked a bouquet of daises from the back yard.

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