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Dear Mom,
I have always wanted to tell you this, but I’ve never had the heart to confess. I couldn’t face the disappointment that would come with this admission and I’d hate feeling like I failed you. There is something I must tell you, however, if for no other reason than to get it off of my chest and clear my conscience.
The Christmas tree didn’t just fall over by itself, as I told you it did. My younger brother knocked it over. Unfortunately, even though he knocked it over, I must take full responsibility for it. You see, he knocked it over because while we were wrestling I threw him into the tree.
I have a sneaking suspicion that you’ve always known this and have just let me think that I got away with something, but I could live with the guilt no longer. The aftermath of the catastrophe I caused was truly traumatic. Tinsel was everywhere. Ornament hooks lay across the living room like dead jelly fish washed upon the shore after the tide. Broken bits of colored balls were scattered across the carpet as if each one had violently exploded. And you merely shook your head in acknowledgement when I told you that it just fell over by itself.

An amazingly accurate representation of the aftermath of the “Christmas tree incident.”
I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Both for lying and for throwing your son into a tree. I’ve lived with the guilt and the shame for far too long and I can not deal with it any longer.
I love you always and forever,
Twindaddy

Awww, you know what? It was probably a bigger deal to you than it was to her. These things happen. Have a great Christmas this year no matter where the tree ends up. (smiles)
Haha. Idk. She’s always bringing it up…
That’s ‘cuz she loves you…
Yes, yes she does.
See?
Of course.
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Does it count to confess things she already knows? For example, I’m pretty sure that my mother knew that those incredibly ugly ornaments she had made the nicest sound when they hit the floor — even nicer when they crunched under my shoe. I was six and even then knew my mother had the worst taste in the world…
Well…yeah. I’ve never actually confessed even though she doesn’t know EXACTLY what happened. She certainly knows the tree didn’t just fall down drunk.
Mothers are always smarter than you think …
Not ALL mothers… Casey Anthony? Octomom? Snooki?
I just answered a “Mom” question thinking it was on this post — the one I just made to you on MY post will sound like I’ve been drinking.
I haven’t been. I’m quite sure I am way below the legal limit on coffee. I just don’t act like it.
Does this mean the comments with swear words on your blog are going to be deleted? This makes me sad.
No. It means when I said I was evaluated every fucking day that I mean that mothers are. This is very confusing!
LMAO!
I think lunch must be over by now … time to go back tow ork!
Well, that’s no fun.
That’s why “work” is a four letter word.
I normally embrace four-letter words, but that’s one I purposefully avoid.
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Shame on you,,,you naughty,,naughty boy!
I know…
This made me lol : “You see, he knocked it over because while we were wrestling I threw him into the tree. “
True story.
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