Life is strange... but I like it. Mostly.Do you remember the song by The Doors? I discovered it as a teenager in the film 'Lost Boys'. I fell in love. It runs in my head often whenever people act... well, strange.

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Welcome to Friday Fragments. This is the place where I share the little things from throughout the week that aren't worth an entire post but bring me smiles or cringes. There are a lot of cringes and this week is no exception. It's Friday the 13th. Are you superstitious? The fear of the number 13 is called Triskaidekaphobia. I do not have this phobia. In fact, I love the number. It's my lucky number if there is such a thing.This is not to say that I do not have phobias. I have horrific claustrophobia. I trace it back to a very traumatic childhood event that I will spare you. Even now I am nervous in elevators and hysterical in MRIs. My mind knows that I am being illogical but my body does not care!Do you have any phobias?

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This week included Mother's Day. There were many smiles, of course. I shared a glimpse of them on Wednesday. Today I shall share a couple of strange, yes, even deeply cringe-worthy moments.I told my husband that I did not need the kids to buy me anything for Mother's Day. Rather I would love for them to make me something. Well, you what they say. "Be careful what you wish for." Among the sweet cards offering spa days or free chores was this gem.Now if that is not immediately obvious to you, let me translate. That is a coupon for not passing gas on Mommy. Or as my less delicate daughter said, "No farting on Mommy." Yes, this gift did not come from my tween boy. This was from my seemingly sugar and spice daughter. Alas, it gets better.Later that day, my daughter was cuddling next to me. I see her picking her nose. This conversation followed. (Sensitive stomachs should look away!)Me: Why don't you get a kleenex?LD: It's one of those hard ones that won't blow out.Me: Okay, well you can still use a kleenex.She ignores me.Me: Well, at least wash your hands after.LD: (completely earnest) This is why I don't pick my nose around you!I guess I'm fortunate then. Seriously, though. Who thought girls were less crass than boys? Certainly not girls with big brothers.She redeems herself in moments like this... 

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Lest you think I have forgotten said tween boy, here's proof that I try to include him.He is my silly, sweet boy even when he is doing his best Garbo.

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That wraps up my "strange" frags for me. How was your week? I'd love for you to join me in fragging. Just collect those tidbits, thoughts, etc. into one post and link up with me.Have a wonderful weekend. See you next Friday!

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