I’m not with my mom today, but she is always on my mind. Might have to do with that mind meld … you know she’s responsible for my sense of humor.
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My mothers name is a palindrome: MOM.
Come to think of it, my son calls me POP.
While we’re at it, how come palindrome isn’t spelled the same frontwards and backwards?
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What a coinkydink! Mine too!
It should be a palindrome as well. Someone missed a big opportunity. 🤔
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I thought Palindrome was a famous Western hero?(according to Riders In The Sky) Or was that Emordnilap?
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Ha!
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You can always get me with kitty pics, but I think maybe “world’s greatest daughter” was the funniest. And I had to laugh at licking the beaters because my son and granddaughter brought me a big batch of homemade cookies and my first question was who got to lick the beaters (and bowl).
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It was my favorite too!
Licking the beaters was always one of the best things about growing up … And we never got salmonella.
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I never got salmonella either from licking beaters with cookie dough on them. However, my parents never took us to eat at Sam And Ella’s Restaurant and I don’t remember any such restaurant in Chicago anyway/
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Sam and Ella’s is such an unfortunate name for a restaurant, but deeply funny too. 😋
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Many years ago someone who was really mad at me and was angry called me a “Son Of A Bitch”. I replied with a big smile and said, “Thank you.” When I told my mother what happened, she thought it was funny.
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My mom would have said, “damn right!” 😉
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I don’t think my mother ever thought of feeding me to a shark or selling me to the circus but she probably did consider putting me up for adoption sometimes.
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My brothers always said Mom would put me back under the cow patty where she found me. 🙄
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How many brothers do you have? It sounds as if they really loved you.
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Three. Mom swears that when I was a baby, they’d come home from school and just stare at me in my crib. 👶🏻
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I have two younger sisters and no brothers. I am the oldest and the only boy.
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I’m the baby and the only girl.
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I was three years old when my first sister was born. Two or three weeks after my mother came home from the hospital with Lydia, I asked my mother if she could take this “old baby” back to the hospital and trade her in for a “new baby”. I was really smart for a three year old, wasn’t I?(he said jokingly)
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