Yeah, so, it’s my first Mother’s Day on Sunday, so I’m going to spend it doing what I love best: Drinking and eating.
Oh, and I might spend time with The Boy, mighty, mighty good man David and loved ones. Maybe.
We will all be in the East Bay having brunch with some good friends, followed by dinner at my folks’ place. Not only it is Mother’s Day, but it’s The Man’s birthday. [FYI new readers: The Man is my father.] The Man is a crazy hunter. My parents are leaving for Australia next week, where my dad is hunting Crocodile Dundee or something – heck if I know. I wonder if we’re going to eat something he killed for dinner on Sunday? You never know what you’re gonna get at my parents’ house. We might be having turkey. We might be having alligator. Seriously.
So anyway, at this stage, I have no idea if I’m a good mother or not to The Spawn. Maybe I’m a crappy mom, and I’m not worthy of a Mother’s Day acknowledgment. However, I have kept Calvin alive and unharmed this whole time, so I might be doing all right. He looks pretty happy.