lThe Momma moved to California a few years back for the great California sunshine....and the parent/kid relationship has now reversed.
Along with sending the Dear Daughter a basket at college, I responsible for the Momma's Easter Basket.
It must be blue...no pink for her.
It must have the old plastic green grass...no new funky stuff for her, even if it is better for the environment or you could eat it.
It must have a jar of bubbles and a chocolate Easter bunny...that's what I always had in my basket.
I think I did a pretty good job...what do you think?
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