Yesterday was my mom's birthday. Ashley and Austin had decided to take her out to eat, and they asked if I wanted to go with them. I declined since I had a lot to do before going to work. Mom said "Okay, don't go with us. Who knows how many more birthdays I'll have. So if I die before my next one make sure to go to Fazolis, buy a baked spagetti, and eat it at my grave."
Talk about a guilt trip. Oh, and by the way it worked.
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Oooh, she's good! Happy Birthday, Aunt Becky!
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