I don't like you. I hope this doesn't hurt your feelings, but I don't like you at all. You make me feel left out and sad. You remind me that this is yet another year where it's just Claudia and Mr Claudia and no baby, and you make me wonder whether things will ever be different.
This year, you also remind me just how much I miss my grandmother. You make me want to phone and talk to her, but I can never do that again and I hate that. You make me miss her so much I feel like I'm being stabbed. All in all, you make me want to break down and cry. Okay, you did make me break down and cry. I guess you win this year, mothers' day. I hope you get a personality transplant before 2010.