Ok, yeah, it's Mother's day and I'm into my second bottle of wine. No help here. All me.
One of my sons is hunting bugs in the backyard. The other is using his baseball pitching machine as a weapon to try to hunt me down. My husband is grilling steaks, asparagus, mushrooms and garlic on the grill.
I got two miniature rose plants from the boys, and three gift certificates for hour-long massages from my husband.
Life is good.
Back to my backyard drunken stupor.