Moms should blog

I wish my mom had a blog, so in it she could write:

How she spent last night cooking up 3 basins of meatloaf and two containers of hamburgers because she didn’t separate the 10 lbs of meat she bought.

How she attempted to pound a new Ethernet cable through the floor with a pair of scissors and stapler, but realized the home-drilled hole was too small to fit more than one cable through.

How she loves working outdoors in her vegetable garden, flower garden, and the back woodpile/pit she chainsaws and sets to fire every so often.

How she takes really good care of my grandma since grandpa passed.

How she talks casually to the five cats, just like her daughter does.

How she is overworked in more ways than one but still finds time to watch Ghost Whisperer, play poker with the girls, and cook up 10 lbs of meat for all two of us.