C'mon, give me a nickname. Myrtle is fitting for a turtle...or um, how 'bout just tied down for the next era. How long IS an era anyway, like forever I think. Yes, that's my pre-teen daughter coming of age in the background...hangs on my every choice as if she'll dare me to slip up and destroy her future. Moms can.
We are SO powerful, you have no idea...but in small, insignificant ways like cereal buying. Ever since the diabetes, been battling the sugar lords in my mind. Worse than the mafia, I assure you.
It's ALWAYS about my children, and forever shall be.
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