My mom is my friend. She gave me a magnet that says "A daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend" and I have it on my refrigerator. Awwww. I have little names for her like "Lovely" and "Lady." Most of the time she calls me "Daughter" and people within earshot think it's so sweet. Aww, gooey lovey dovey gushy warm and fuzzies. We won't talk about what we call each other when we get mad. That'll be for another post. (Right.)
I told her I would post about the present she got me for my birthday. I've posted about my Monet obsession before. She knows I like his paintings and that at one point I wanted to be him, and though she couldn't find Impression, soleil levant, she did happen across Bassin D'Argenteuil, and I was quite pleased. So, here's what it looks like:
And, mom, here's where I put it in my apartment:
You see what I'm saying now? Fantastic.
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