Entries by Marty's Mom (MM)

Last Breakfast

Dis Beez.  For NPP’s last breakfast we had pamcakes wiff whipped cream – it was delicious!  Ob course, I didn’t know it was his last meal when we were habbing it, or it would hab been much more sad.

The Passing of Pickle Pants

Dis MM. I’m having a really hard time with this one. I wasn’t sure what to write, so I called Bert and askied him if he could write a poem for me.  He agreed. Oh hai, it’s me, Bert in Heaben.  Here’s a poem about my brother: The passing ob NPP made mom berry sad, […]

What No Mondays Looks Like

Ok, we heard you, some ob you weren’t quite ready to let go ob Mondays foreber. So, for those ob you worried about the missing Mondays – I fink you will find dis to be ok. They are called Sockday now, and are kind ob there for people that want them, but kind ob not […]