Happy Mother’s Day!
We went to Starbucks this morning and the cashier wished me a Happy Mother’s Day.
And I almost said, “I’m not a mom, but thanks anyway!”
Except I didn’t. Because I’ve been thinking about it. And while I may not be a mom, I have a mom. And I have an aunt (Just one. For real. I have mentioned once or twice before that I have no cousins. None.) and I have a grandma and then I’ve got the hubby’s side of the family, too.
Not to mention, I have my older sister and my twin sister who are moms.
And pretty much every single friend I have is a mom unless they are younger than me and haven’t started having kids yet.
So it is, in fact, a Happy Mother’s Day. 🙂
We spent last night at church with the hub’s aunt and uncle. Then we ordered take out and ate it on the patio while our dogs played. I’m telling you, give me a glass of wine and put me on your patio, and I’m having the best Saturday night of my life.
This morning, we got to have brunch with my family. My mom hosted (we usually do, but it was determined I never invited anyone this year although I am telling you right now, I did discuss plans with my older sister, and the hubby and I were working on a menu so you say “not invited” and I’ll say “miscommunication”) and brunch means egg casserole.
But do not fear. I ate the cinnamon rolls and all of the fruit swimming in a sugary syrup. Which, we found out later, everyone added extra sugar to without the other person knowing so instead of a cup of sugar, it had more like 3-4 cups.
I am happy to report I still have my teeth.
Oh, and we had s’mores.
What? Don’t you have s’mores at your brunches?
Okay, we didn’t have s’mores. But here’s the conversation between my sister and my dad.
Dad: We’re having brunch here. And we’ll have s’mores.
Lisa: What? S’mores?
Dad: Yeah, you know, those drinks we like with the orange juice.
Lisa: You mean MIMOSAS?
S’mores Whatever they’re called.
So yes, we did have mimosas.
Also, I received a card from a parent of mine who said that she remembers me saying that I have no children of my own and that I think of the kids in my class as my own kids, and she wished me a Happy Mother’s Day.
No, I did not tear up. It was windy.
Anywho . . . Happy Mother’s Day to all of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, let’s talk about this picture, shall we?