My son then came in the room and told me the dog had ralphed on the carpet.
Fortunately, after that? The day got much better.
Not only did I get to have lunch at my favorite Mexican restaurant which I get to visit like, twice a year because my husband hates Mexican?
I also got to go to my favorite bookstore and gorge myself on BOOKS.
The children got three books each. The three of us got "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" to share.
And I got these:
Laurie Notaro! Erma Bombeck! MRS. MIKE which I have been looking for forever and finally found. Okay, and I got Monica's Story (Monica Lewinsky...I know) and Perfect Murder, Perfect Town. But I'm allowed a little trash, yes? I cleaned up dog vomit on Mother's Day. That's worth at least two discount paperbacks in my world. At least!
Then we went to a little Mom and Pop nursery close to our house, and check these babies out:
I don't know what this one is, but it's purple and pretty. I'm really shallow when it comes to my flowers.
The spider plants are a given. We always have them.
Then there's this one:
I was calling this a "Wandering Jew". My husband insists that it is a "Creeping Jude". He further insisted that I was probably being inflammatory. Personally, I hope we are both wrong and it's a totally different plant altogether so this drama can end.
With liberal use of construction paper, Girl Child made me several particularly nice gifts this year, but this one, which was actually hidden on the very back of the main card? Took the proverbial cake.
P.S. You rock!
P.S.S. You kick butt.
And then, very, very small so her teacher could not see.
P.S.S.S. You kick butt for the Lord.
She's totally my girl. Kick ass all the time, but appropriate when the situation warrants.
Happy Mother's Day y'all!