Blogger has been eating my posts. What the hell?!

Okay, I don't have much time, but I must vent about my mother. She called earlier and somehow managed to work the word "bow-dabra" into our conversation. Haven't had the chance to Google that yet, but apparently it's some sort of bow-making device that she's secretly coveted for years, and now she wants to buy one to decorate the cake table. Twenty minutes about flowers. How many times do I have to say that I don't give a flying crap about the damn flowers?!

Oh, well, if it's taken me this long to get exasperated with my mother in this process, I guess I'm not doing so bad...