There once was a month called May, and a day in May called "Mother's Day." Let me tell you about mine, because I had a glorious Mother's Day! I must first admit that I've been a jerk about this holiday for the past couple of years. I have impossible expectations - it's a problem. Unfortunately, I have scarred my poor old husband by acting like a buffoon every year. He needs thicker skin. Or I need less buffoon-ness. It's debatable who needs to change. BUT - I set this point aside and decided not to be a jerk this year, but to appreciate any effort that my family put into celebrating instead.
It's amazing how pleasant things are when I'm not a jerk.
I received a book from my sweet Kitty that she made at school. Here's the front cover:
And the pages inside:
The way she spelled my name is actually kind of brilliant. There is a girl in her class named Yanna, with the ä sound. Put it with the Bre, and there ya go. I would also like to point out that Kitty is accusing me of not being good at keeping track of time. Um, excuse me, but I'm always harping on her that we need to hurry and we're going to be late BECAUSE SHE HAS NO CONCEPT OF TIME. I always know exactly what time it is and exactly how many minutes we have until I sweat completely through my clothes from attempting to corral Kitty into our vehicle.
Not good at keeping track of time? Psssh.
At least she made up for the insult with these valuable coupons. Which reminds me, I need to redeem that massage.
And here's the back cover. A beautiful piece of artwork indeed. That's the genie from Aladdin coming out of his bottle - with a kitty, of course.
Mykey bought me a fancy new blow dryer and made me Costco ravioli lasagna with garlic bread for dinner. It was delicious! And ice cream bars for dessert. I may have eaten 2 within 5 minutes. Maybe. I'm not so good at keeping track of time.
The day was topped off with a bouquet of flowers that Kitty made at church out of her hand prints.
My, what a spectacular day! I'm so glad I wasn't a jerk this year!
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