If you want it, just ask.

I will hide your comment, your email and explain why there is a password here.

The Boy and The Father stopped by today. They picked up my rubbish and brought me things from home, which I suppose nobody wanted.

Oh gosh, how I loved receiving these things. Yup, I am into * things*.

It was bitter sweet, but mostly sweet.

Long ago and far away.

What the frick is this and how can I make it go away ?

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(Scene: The Boy and I are watching something together on TV. When he comes here, I give him the remote control, Man thing, dontcha know. He hates commercials and zapps around for a good music video.)

MD : That is ABBA. (we both disike ABBA)

Boy : That skirt is REALLY short.

MD : I used to wear skirts like that.

Boy : Ma-um ! You are my mother !

MD : Where do you think you came from ? A virgin birth ?

Boy : Jesus Christ !

MD : You are right : it has happened before.