Apparently I talk about my mom all the time. To everyone. Work knows my best friend is my mom. Dolores (the nice old lady we play cards with) knows my mom and I are best friends. It's pretty great until I want to punch her when we are walking at the Y and we get in a fight. But after that it's pretty great. Yes. I love my mom. And even these not real but really great presents are getting me excited for her real presents!
Enough already.
A
cooking class in Poulsbo, because experiences are the best gifts.
A
pot rack- for ease of making delicious soups and more room to sit on her counters and talk.
A
poncho, because being
cozy and
adorable in the winter is possible. Also good for the zombie apocalypse.
The best
book I've read all year. I would have given a copy to everyone I know if I thought they would read it!
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