For Mom

Happy Hump Day from your Hump Day Fox, Danica!

I was going to title this Ode to Mama…but I’m so not a poet. Instead, I’ll have to try to be amusing and endearing without sounding idiotic.

I talk about my family a lot over at Unearthly Musings, my blog. They’re endlessly amusing and loud and yeah, they embarrass the hell out of me. My mom, while she likes to pretend that she’s this sweet, little old lady, is a ring leader.

When I was in high school and college and trying to be cool, she was the mom all my friends liked. Our house was the place to be. Why? Because she was always trying to feed them, she had/has a sick sense of humor, and she didn’t try to get into our business.

Did she say things that made me want to sink through the floor? Hell yes! Like the time she had the back massager and put it on the demon spawn (cat) we still have. The cat loved it because she’s sick and Mom looked at my friends to say “The cat likes the vibrator.” *dies* Yes, my friends loved that one and they still talk about it nearly 15 years later.

But the best thing about Mom is that she’s protective. As the oldest of five kids, she’s had to be what with her younger brother getting into fights and making her finish them. When my siblings and I came along, she was the mama bear who we all knew would protect us from everything. Even Michael Meyers and Freddy Krueger. Yes, she is that bad ass.

So here’s to Mom, who has supported me in my writing smut, has read my books and said, “I don’t see why it’s called erotica.” Bwahaha. Love you, Mom.

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