Apparently it can fly at least 800 miles.
For sitting on my porch when I got home from work yesterday was a box from Great Lakes, Illinios, addressed to me in my sailor son’s handwriting.
“Oh, Goodie,” I thought. “A present already.”
And what a present – something every Mom dreams of getting in the mail.
Actually, something every Mom always gets but never wants. Sailor boy’s dirty laundry. Yeah!
Even 800 miles away, I’m STILL doing his laundry!! When will it end???
Well, at least I know he still needs me.
But it’s OK son – I forgive you. Again.
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