Shout out to the madre

I just have to say that every time I come home, my mom still remembers what clothes to not put in the dryer. (I'm really paranoid about my clothes shrinking, so I have very particular guidelines on what can and can't be dried.)

I kind of feel bad for a day in 4th grade when I came home from school in a huff because she sent me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead of my usual demand for just peanut butter.

That was the only day in school history where she mixed it up. Sorry for the hostility, Mom.