Do they not only bake us in the oven dubbed a womb but get scolded, broiled sometimes torn to raw meat by the offspring. And yet they keep trucking on with a heart built like a truck. Moms. Anyway. We have differences in political preferences but we are from the same cloth, same DNA and same hurt knowing all too well highs of parenthood also even keels out with some rather low below the girdle and belt our kiddos can dish out. Thanks pubrerty Geez. Almost sounds like meal time. In my yeti lunch cooler I have veggies mostly to snack while driving on this weekend new to me Illinois team and arena. Mess patrol in mess hall Cruiser.