Time to get all sappy. It is almost Mother's Day, after all. And now that I'm 30 years old (ugh, I still hate saying that), I feel very lucky to say that my mom is one of my best friends. Really. I also feel pretty lucky that I never went through any really horrible phases growing up in which I really didn't get along with her. Sure I was an angsty teenager at times and I once threw a fit in the mall parking lot because I wanted my mom to buy me clothes from Abercrombie and Fitch and not

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