In honor of Mother's Day, an encore homage to the woman who birthed the love of my life and nurtured him into the man he has become. She is also known as my Mother-in-Law, the Butcher of Milwaukee.
And, she is going to kill me for telling this MTM-inspired story.
I have been a Bad, Bad Writer. A host of you have bestowed blogging awards upon me, and I haven't properly thanked you.
While I love getting awards, I still can't believe anyone reads my writing. I procrastinate. In private, I wonder why anyone would think me worthy.
Rather than accept the awards according to the rules, I am going to *attempt* to thank people publicly.
Boredom. I started blogging because I was bored.
I remember laughing at the notion that more than fourteen people would ever read a single thing I wrote.
I was stunned that anyone chose to read my words.
I still am.
Have you ever seen a sign, Dear Reader? One of those harbingers of 'something' that makes your hair stand on end, your chest rattle, your index finger point in rude fashion at some thing in the distance?