Dayum!

The children who come to my yard only ever manage to find boxes of Cheez-Its in my cupboards.

Why can't my neighborhood ever get this lucky?

Item #4

 

 

 

My mother in law's "to do" list for last weekend.

 

'nuff said.

A Mother's Day Story

This year, for Mother's Day, no one wished me a Happy Mother's Day all day. Even with prompting, the Howler stubbornly refused to acknowledge me as her mother (in her defense, I don't think she knows the "MF" word.)

I had to work that afternoon, and when I had been home from work for about an hour, the Howler finds me in the smoking lounge, reading. She begins to blather on about something--don't ask me what, I wasn't listening--and then she goes silent.

I look up from my reading to find her grinning at me.

She says, "Happy Mother's Day" and holds out a $1 bill.

I look at the bill; I look at her. I look back at the bill. I ask, "You couldn't even scratch 'happy mother's day' onto a piece of paper to wrap that in?"

She wiggles the bill at me a bit and snaps, "Do you want the money or not?"

I took the money.

Happy Mother's Day to me.