Oysters

The world is my oyster. There's enough sand here to grow some beautiful pearls.

I've finished the edits for my mother's little tome. It's the finished part that makes me feel so good. I've got a thumb drive around here somewhere to save this ditty onto. Then I can take this over to a store and pay them to use their ink and paper and have it printed up. Mom gets last edit. She'll be here in a couple weeks. This has been downright fun. I know she'll like it. She's my mom.