Mother's Day

So, I had a fab Mother's Day weekend, but first I'd like to give a shout out to my own mom, shown here with all of her grandkids. She's a great mom and the kind of nana who makes chocolate milk so thick you can chew it.


Saturday I went to Seattle to spend the day with my bff, Jessica. We shopped and lunched and had margaritas. For lunch! The stuff I bought before lunch was practical and boring. Pajamas, sunglasses, dumb stuff I needed. Now, going shopping after boozin' it up is funny. I got sucked into the vortex of the jewelry department and Jessica couldn't find me. She thought I was passed out on the floor between the racks, because that what she would be doing if she hadn't been looking for me. On the ferry ride home, I admired all the weird crap I bought, then hid it at the bottom of my bags.

Mother's Day was lovely. I woke up to breakfast in bed and beautiful flower leis made by the girls from the rhodies in their garden. Homemade cards and a card from Jack that he walked to town to buy. Over 5 miles round trip! He said he thought I'd appreciate it more if it was store-bought, since I know how tight he is with his money. Mitch spent most of the day cleaning my car out, because the 10 minutes he spent in it shuttling the girls to their t-ball game sent him over the edge. Jack pressure-washed the sports court, Henry cleaned up some dog poop, and the girls pestered me about the temperature outside, and if it was warm enough to go on the Slip N'Slide I'd brought home yesterday. As soon as the thermometer said 62 degrees, they were in their suits and ready. Ah, the Pacific Northwest.


Jack was too cool to try it and Grace was too, um, uncoordinated to figure it out, but she looked cute in her suit, by golly!

And finally, perhaps the biggest WTF prize for things I bought while tipsy goes to this wine stopper:

I know. There are no words.