I just had what is quite possibly the best Mothers’ Day weekend in the history of mankind.
Both “kids” came home for the weekend and we had a wonderful time, complete with ultimate fighting matches in the backyard, a great evening under the stars by a fire under quilts, cooking s’mores. a nose piercing, Less Than Jake, Red Sox games on the TV, accompanied by the Boy’s inimitable color commentary and DunkAroos. I was awoken each morning with a freshly fetched Lahge Regulah. I got a homemade pancake breakfast this morning.
For the record, my kids rock, even if they ARE funny-looking.
Life doesn’t get any better than this, I don’t think.