Tag: mother’s day

See you Sunday. Happy Mother’s Day, for the moms out there. And enjoy the weekend, even if you’re not at the beach.

I spent mine trying to untangle the logistics of making all the computer equipment line up with each other so that my wife didn’t have to. Also, we went walking along the river, which was very nice. Turns out we have some 19th Century dawn-of-industry ruins in town. Who knew?

I hope you all got the mothers in your lives the thing she probably wants most.  I refer, of course, to a sudden diversionary action that will allow her to grab the car keys, sprint to the door, and spend a couple of hours in blessed peace and serenity somewhere else. If you didn’t… I dunno: clean out her car, maybe?  That always seems to be worth some easy points, particularly when it’s been warm out and Tupperware is involved.

Yes, I know that that can end up being disgusting.  That’s why cleaning it up is a present.  See how that goes?

So, anyway: Happy Mother’s Day!

I shooed my wife out the door so that she could go do a local Sheep and Wool Festival. And promised to get the next cleaning of the upstairs bathroom (that’s usually her chore). It’s the little things that make the difference, really.

…Look, it’s beautiful here and in a large part of the country. Go outside! Feel the breeze! Nag, nag, nag…

Moe Lane

PS: And call your mother!

Kid’s birthday party and it’s Mother’s Day. I’ve been running around for most of the day, in fact. So, hey, have a good weekend.

My best wishes for all the moms reading this. For everybody else: if you haven’t, yet… CALL YOUR MOTHER.  What, are your fingers broken?

Particularly to my readers who are also moms. For the rest of you: take out the garbage and give the nearest mom in your life a couple of hours off for brunch, or something.  It’s not an easy gig to have.

Moe Lane

PS: You could also do that when she isn’t expecting it.  Just saying.

Your mom loves Mother’s Day, that’s who.