I got an email this morning that makes me think that I am a bad mother. Actually proves to me that I am a bad mother.
Now I know that most of you are thinking that I don't have kids. But I do have kids. 2 kids in fact. Molly Louise, and Captain Stan
The vet sent me an email, reminding me that I was a bad mother. Because.
TODAY IS MOLLY's BIRTHDAY...
How could I forget my child's first birthday? What a horrible thing. I am going to bake her a kitty cake. And let her sleep in the drawer of the dresser (it is Dru's sock drawer :) her new favorite place, and it does not bother me, because well, it is not my socks and underwares that have kitty hair on them.
Molly. Why didn't you tell mommy that it was your birthday?