This is just a brief short bit…
My mom talked to me the other day about how some of my habits were self taught or mimicked from siblings or her. But I have just this minute, discovered a trait that I will probably always have…
I managed to spill coffee all over my new clean shirt that I just changed into…and now I ponder if I should go home and change or just wear it…?
But thanks mom, a habit I wanted to break is probably forever mine.
A short poem in your honor…