You know you’ve made it as a parent when your son takes you to see Guns N’ Roses for Mother’s Day.
At least this is what I heard from envious co-workers as I logged off my computer, locked my red Swingline stapler in my top right drawer, and left the office at 2pm on a Friday to head Northwest to Dodger’s Stadium in Los Angeles.
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