My mother cracks me up. For as long as I can remember, she has mis-pronounced words. Belks (as in Belk Lindsey) has always been "Belts"; Wal Mart is "Wal Mark", alsheimers is "oldtimers", and don't even ask her to say - cholesteral.
However, a few weeks ago, she topped herself. I had been asking my parents to check out my blog for some time. Since my mother doesn't touch the computer, my father was in charge of pulling it up. I called my mother to check in one morning and she informed me that they had finally seen my "blob". I was in hysterics.
Mom, if you read this - I'm not making fun. It's this kind of stuff that makes you so endearing and such a good mother. I love you!
But, if this is a "blob", that makes me a "blobber"!
Original art, tutorials, and more. One, former number cruncher's journey to find her own unique artistic style. I'm going to try it all and see what sticks!
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