So my mother says things like, “I have no idea where you came from!” and “Where did you get that sense of humor?” at least three times a week. I happen to know exactly where I came from… I should also note that she gave me a framed little cross stitch project a few years back that says “Mirror, Mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all.” So maybe she knows too.

My mother’s sense of humor is just one of the trillion reasons I love her. She doesn’t even know how funny she is. Now, I have proof…

As a side note, it’s a wonderful thing that I don’t live so close as I type post. She might actually follow through with her threat to “murderlate” me. I’m pretty sure it’s an idle threat but still. In other news, only a knee was harmed. She’s up and walking. Now on to my evidence…

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It’s indeed not a boob… It’s a knee and I love my mom!