Thanks for raising me, here's the bill for my psychologist.

My mom woke me the other morning with a text and a picture of a big red cut on her chin. The text said, "Cut myself shaving today...my legs! Go figure." And suddenly, so much of my life makes sense.


For the record, my mother makes fun of me just as much as I make fun of her (see "The Time my Mother Made Me Eat a Dog Treat"). However, she doesn't post it on the internet for everyone to read. Maybe we can get a two-for-one deal on a psychology appointment. Groupon, are you listening?