what a mish-mash!
. . .and, of course, not forgetting my favourite!
(I'm only sitting here doing this because The Teen is out at a gig on the other side of town and I'm worried sick. . . I mean, I know he'll be fine - all 6'3" of him, along with his mates. . . it's not like he hasn't gone out before. . . I know he'd call me if he was in trouble. . . but I can't bring myself to take my meds and go to bed without knowing he's safely tucked up and asleep. . . when is a mother supposed to stop worrying?)