Mom and Dad

I'm sorry I coudln't be the son you wanted.

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I'm sorry I coudln't be the son you wanted.

Jesus H. Christ. You people sent me to the hospital for THAT?

Yes, I am here. I'm sleeping now. (in my bed, not in some dramatic metaphorical way)

Mom's reply

So, in case you have the wrong idea about my parents, I found this in my mailbox from my Mom today. ( She didn't realize I had comments turned off on my entries. )