So very cute!
Mood: Tired
Listening to: Angie on the phone
A Woman's Poem
He didn't like my casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the crap out of him...
Like his MOMMA used to do.















I lubed it!
Have a good Friday sweets...Talk to ya soon!
All my love,
~Teri~ xoxoxoxo