I've noticed that a few friends keep stopping by despite the fact that we haven't spoken in a while, or have even failed to meet. I just wanted to say thanks and wish everyone a wonderful weekend.
In commemoration of Mother's Day I'd like to ask everyone to share their favorite memory of their mom. My mom is an amazing woman. She managed to put herself through nursing school with three children and one on the way, but that was only because her family needed her financial support. Before that she was Mrs. Housewife. She would make fresh bread, was the president of the PTA, sewed clothes for everyone, and made fantastic Halloween costumes. One year I was a beehive and my sisters were bumble bees. My favorite memory is the year her and my dad chaired the committee for the annual church dinner/fundraiser. They decided to have a luau theme. There was buried pig, palm trees, etc. Somehow they managed to go off on a tangent and my mother, the whitest woman born in Utah and raised in Idaho made 100 dozen tamales in our kitchen. That's what happens when you let American white people have a culture themed party. It ends up just being a foreign medley despite the theme.
What about you?

 
The ex spammed me. Yes, the ex-husband forwarded me an e-mail joke. Yes, it was pertinent to a recent conversation we had but that's still fuckin' wierd.

 
It just so happens that whenever I tickle him he lifts me higher in order to get me out of his armpit. Unfortunately, that usually brings my knee right into his groins. I keep telling him not to make me knee him in the nuts. For some reason, he doesn't think I have a valid case.

 
G: Mom, what are we doing for Mother's Day?
M: Going to grandma's.
G: No, for you.
M: I don't know. That's up to you.
G: Hmmm. I'll have to talk to my teacher. We haven't been working on anything yet.