happy birthday mom!!
you rock dot com.

as we speak,
she is sitting in a comfy chair waiting to see fantasmic.
hate vibes comin your way...
[not really]
love your face!
i wont even tell anyone how old you are....
but this was last year.... so.....

mom: did you run today?
me: yeah, but i could only really make it like a mile.... then my ovary was going to pop out...
peg: i went running too and then i felt like my... wait, i have no ovaries....
me: really? they took those too?
peg: yeah- duh. that's why i'm an "it"!