I’ve been feeling kinda bad about not getting together with the familia this weekend, being Mother’s Day and all. (Not my fault! I tried to arrange stuffs, but MOM said we’d do it later.) I mean, really, when you’ve given your Mom the Stanley Cup of Chocolate, certain standards have been set…
Plus I’ve been musing on the idea that my brother will now have to take the Mother’s Day lead on two fronts. Heh.
And then one of my (and Sherry’s) adopted daughters, Kate, sent us a Mother’s Day card (and copped to all the shenanigans we’d always suspected of her…), and I realized: Mother’s Day is for me, too!
Which is very cool, since Anatole, that self-centered freeloader, didn’t so much as send flowers. Hmph.