can this stupid holiday be over already???????argh!!!!!!

I'm feeling up and down, need a good laugh, so , just in time my cousin sent me this poem:

He didn't like the casserole,
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right,
He didn't like the stew.
I didn't mend his socks,
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the [censored] out of him...
Like his mother used to do

There, have Vday to all,lol


Be not afraid...I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten Joel2

30something
2kids
survivor of S, MLC, A, D
I have peace in my heart, at last.