Sometimes You Just Have To Scratch That Itch

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​That daughter of mine…

Scratched her arm as we were walking…then turned and said…omg Mom…I’ve started to be a loud scratcher like you…

Had to pause…a loud scratcher…sounded like a Seinfeld skit…you know low talker…close talker…now loud scratcher…had to clarify the term loud scratcher…had to clarify that this apparent loud scratching…has been one of those irritating mom things…moms do…that bug kids…

Was a little shocked…to be honest…Mama me was sure…she knew each and every one…of those little things she does…that drove her teens…up the wall…crunching…chewing…sucking air between the front teeth…Ho Humming…lack of modesty…sitting too closely on the couch…

The list goes on…but loud scratching…is it real…can scratching be loud…noticeable…irritatingly noticeable…apparently so…

And that’s ok…it’s just another thing…that makes their mama special…to highlight when she’s gone…herein lies our mother dearest…Cheeto cruncher…Ho Hummer…loud scratcher…

She…and her loud scratching…will truly… be missed…

And those daughters of mine…will agree…
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We all have our irritants…I can’t stand to hear whistling…what’s yours?