Here I am, drinking tea that I made in my Tim Hortons teapot that Ma Horton gave me, drinking it out of the Tim Hortons mug that I stole at work (Tim's is a big sponsor of A-Channel Morning), wondering when Ma is getting home from her jetsetting vaykay, so she can dish out some of her humour, innuendo, double-entendres and sage advice.
Where oh where has Ma Horton gone,
Where oh where can she be?
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6 comments:
Where's my mama?!
I miss her - if even in font and misspellings.
You mean YOU don't even know where she is?
If Nat doesn't know where she is, maybe she's been abducted?
Spirited away for a ransom of Tim Horton's double choclate specialty cakes!
I didn't do it. I can't eat cake anymore.
Maybe the kidnappers will substitute the cake for a box of rim rollers (the ones for rrroll up the rim, JB. For the father of 15-month-old twins, you sure have a potty mind).
Well, when you're changing the diapers of twins, you have to stay close to a lot of potty-related things...
Well get off the dam pot I am home and ready to roll all of your rims .
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