Why my mother is amazing

My mom and I were in the car on the way to the local yarn store in Tampa, and I decided it would be a shame to waste such a wonderful opportunity to blast my super gay music (since my step-father doesn't really appreciate it). We started out with a little Thelma Houston, Cindy Lauper, and Tiffany, but I started to go into Whitney withdrawal (she goes into crack withdrawal, I go into Whitney withdrawal - there's some sort of cosmic symmetry in the whole thing). I started with "I will always love you" from the bodyguard and my mother started crying. My mom cries to Whitney Houston. Do mothers come any better than that? No! I have the best mother in the world.
I love you mom (but I will never, ever give you the url to my blog).