Green bears

I love my mom.

I mean, just in case you missed it the first thousand times or so: I completely adore her.

She sent me bears.

She found the first one in a little shop in Kansas a while back, and I admired him when I was there in May. Soft chenille, pretty little brown eyes and a beautiful peridot green. Then she got another one to keep the first one happy, and another for Dad's birthday, and then of course, she asked me if I wanted a bear. (My birthday presents are rarely complete surprises.)

Of course I wanted one. And he - they - came yesterday. One little bear, and one big bear, and get this - Mom taped a straw through the package so they could breathe on the way out from Kansas! They had a snorkel!

I brought the little one with me to work today. I keep looking at it and going 'Awwww.'

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Bears!

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Bears!

I had to call Mom and tell her I loved her this morning. Moral imperative and all.

Roommates: can't kill 'em...

"So, you packing next week?"
Sheepish, "no..."
Ali leaves, her mission accomplished.
I look at my stacks and stacks of books. "Fuck."