annieology

Two small disclaimers: My A key is broken.  And….a bonus, get your drinks, it’s filled with “anyways”.

My Mother’s Day Celebrating began last week when Tech Support got me my present.  Cowboy boots. Or I guess cow “girl” boots, since I am in fact a girl.  Though the Census people had to ask.  Twice.  In case I forgot my first answer.

Also, my kids are white.  Who knew?  Not me.

Anyway….

I got cowgirl boots, and I rock them.  I picked them out in five seconds flat.  I was upset that I couldn’t get the right foot into the boot.  The left one slipped on without a problem, so I forced my wicked stepsister foot into that right boot.  All is good, but now I need my prince to remove my boot, and he usually tries to sneak a peek up my skirt.  How lucky am I?

The next day I got pudding cups from the twins, and cakes from the big boys.  We were on a bit of a sugar overload as we already had two cakes in the house from having friends over for dinner earlier in the week.  Yet, we managed.  Somehow.  We had to make sure we got rid of any evidence as we have a Shanda cake coming on Wednesday.

Anyways,

Friday, oMom showed up.  Well, I picked her up at the airport.  She took me shopping on Saturday.  The benefits of having a mother in law that only had boys.  Shopping.  I had to do it.  It would be impolite not to.  I ended up getting a couple of skirts and a jean jacket.  Tech Support did not realize the skirts were new, I have decided NOT to use this information to my advantage.  What can I say?

Mom was uber excited to get a biggish HDTV from the Chefs and we.  Too excited for someone who only gets three channels.

Turns out she was not excited about the TV.  Her puppy had kittens or something.

anyway

here’s your TV that we don’t really have because it’s at your house and you aren’t.

Anyway.

Then I took a nap.  I love naps.

Then we called Mama.  Felpsy told me that I was the best Mom ever, and wondered if it was ok if he told Mama that she was the best Mama ever.  I told him of course it was, he was super lucky.  I also thanked her for giving us beautiful children and assured her that she was honored in our home.

That is not to say that some of her actions of late haven’t frustrated me.  Like claiming a kid on her taxes.  That kinda messes ours up.  It is to say that just because the state can erase her name off a piece of paper does not negate her existence.  She is, and that is our reality.  You can’t pick your family, even when you do.

So happy belated Mother’s Day.  Hope you got a nap, or at least a steak.

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