HOUSE RULES
Welcome....
cuddle up for comfort
make yourself at home
Love, Momma Hey
When I was growing up, many moons ago - my mom was a clean nut.
No rings in the house - they made scratches on the furniture and marks on the refrigerator -
baths only, not showers - it would spot the tile,
no baking or frying - it made a mess,
NO SHOES ON IN THE HOUSE.
With a hubby who drives a concrete truck, three cats and two dogs on one acre in the country - everyone should take their shoes off and wipe their paws.
NO ONE DOES.
My son Todd has met and become engaged to a sweet and loving girl. Her name is Ravy - actually Sidaravy. Whenever I would call him, Todd would answer my call with "Hey, Mom" or "Hey, what's up?". One day Ravy asked how Hey was. Naturally Todd said "who" and she answered "Hey" - "who?" "hey" .... you get the drift ... until she explained "you know, your Mom - Momma Hey?". Hence the name I am now called aside from Jenn & Jennifer = Momma Hey.
Any whoooo - the story ends with the wedding coming up on December 5th and their buying a house in Annapolis.
One of their rules: NO SHOES ON IN THE HOUSE.
With pleasure I am buying myself a jazzy pair of slippers to keep in their closet. A new stage of our happy family. I think I'll buy a pair for my husband John too.
LOVE, Momma Hey
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