Funny Pics thread II

Lol, I see myself in this every stinking time my son calls me on his way home from work. “Now that I know you’re on the road, please call me when you’re home”. Long after the time I’m calculating he’s supposed to be home, I’m furiously calling to make sure he made it safely.
I’ll be 40 in less than two weeks. Still have to call momma when I get where I’m going on road trips
 
I’ll be 40 in less than two weeks. Still have to call momma when I get where I’m going on road trips
As soon as we give birth, as moms, there’s an insatiable need to know your cub is home safely, because no one can take care of them like their mom. Doesn’t matter how old they are.
 
I hope that everyone understands that the ONLY reason that you are alive is because of your mothers’ endless, grim worrying.

You’re welcome.
If they only knew the hours a mother spends wringing her hands and imagining ever conceivable catastrophe that may have happened only to hear “sorry, I forgot “.
 
If they only knew the hours a mother spends wringing her hands and imagining ever conceivable catastrophe that may have happened only to hear “sorry, I forgot “.
It probably doesn’t help that my preferred reading matter for relaxation is noir police procedural, preferably Scottish (“tartan noir”) and Scandinavian (“Nordic noir”). It has broadened my dark imaginings immeasurably.
 

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