Soon, I, the carefree, all-about-personal-convenience mom, was driving my son to different cities around California for weekend tournaments.
As compared to the mommies dearest in these pages, almost any woman can feel like Mother of the Year. A frisson of schadenfreude might be preferable to a entire bouquet of roses.
It has its sights set on planning the PERFECT bar mitzvah for her First Born Son (FBS), and it will stomp all over anything and anyone that gets in its way.
Yes! I admit it. I shot that man in the face. And I say, I'd do it again. Because I knew! Deep down in my heart of hearts, I knew that he was after my daughter.