1.0link20899<![CDATA[My Mommy's Job]]>http://www.huffingtonpost.com/susie-bright/my-mommys-job_b_20899.htmlI was sliding on my butt around on the kitchen floor, trying to catch and force my sick cat to swallow a giant blue pill, while my eight-year-old daughter stood over us, watching us with complete disdain.
"So, I need to know, what is your job, Mom?"
I got the capsule in the back of the cat's gullet and clamped his muzzle shut. There was something I didn't like about Aretha's tone.