Fabiola has a terrible cold ...

So, why the pictures of teapots, you may very well ask. Go ahead. Ask. Well, I Fabiola, as I mentioned in the title, have a terrible cold. So, I sashayed myself, hacking and wheezing to the drug store. No, Darlings this is not going to be a post about a terribly clever home made cure for a cold. Fabiola isn't sure what it is, but it is what she has to work with.  Quick note, the images below are actual drawings created by Mary. She truly does know how to draw all on her own, yanno.
I, Fabiola bought some wonderful cold medicine at the drug store. Non-drowsy, don't you know? Well, after the second day of taking it (and not hacking and wheezing and sneezing) Fabiola was reading one of her favorite blogs. Suddenly, Fabiola felt the (al)most overwhelming urge to type the words to "I'm A Little Teapot" into a comment, and then (electronically) run away laughing.

Fabiola resisted the urge because, well, she doesn't do things like that, and teapots have nothing to do with Leonard Cohen, as far as Fabiola knows. Still, although the urge was resisted, the song persisted. And the damage was done, Fabiola has had "I'm A Little Teapot" running through her head all day.

That leads us to the teapot drawings. Fabiola is attempting to exorcise teapots from her brain. She hopes this works.

Something that Mom said once that I didn't get until now ...

A very long time ago, Fabiola's Mom said to (the world Fab suspects), "you are erasing me".

Fab didn't understand.  Why would she?  The Fab was in her early twenties.  Now, she gets it.  There is an essay in this somewhere, and the Fab will get to it here, presently.  Meanwhile, Ladies, if the years and your world are starting to erase you, grab a pencil and go.