Happy Mother's Day Mom!
Look, I'm making you famous on my blog! I hope you are enjoying your weekend at the spa with T.
Since you are away, you probably haven't gotten the cute card I sent. Well, actually, you probably haven't gotten it because I'm sitting here looking at it right now. It really is cute and I bought it way ahead of time so that I'd get it to you before you left on your weekend spa trip. Unfortunately, the Swine Flu hit and I haven't been able to get to the post office. You know how it is with those pandemics...
I know you are proud of how together I have it. How thoughtful and kind I am when it comes to occasions like this. What really sucks is that now that Stew (my brother and in this picture above) is married to Super Woman, I know you'll have had a card and flowers and all kinds of gifts send to you. I'm not the good kid anymore and I'm thinking I might embrace this new reality and just go for it. Maybe I'll get a tattoo or something just to show you how OK I am with my new found badness.
I wanted to say thanks for being such a great mom all these years. There are several things in particular that I'd like to thank you for.
1. Thanks for scaring the crap out of me and making me think that if I took aspirin it would kill me. My fear of anything chemical has been seriously instrumental in keeping me away from drugs. Unfortunately, the whole beer and wine thing has definitely brought me half way to Bettie Ford a few times. No worries though, I did learn to drink the expensive stuff so nobody has a clue.
2. Thanks for being from Scotland. The whole "my parents are European freaks" came in handy when facing peer pressure of any sort. When made fun of for wearing the same pair of pants two days in a row, when begging others to trade my apple for their Hostess Cake, when my curfew was 10pm while other's got to stay out until midnight, you name it and the "European freak" excuse was a cool enough cover for any situation.
3. Thanks for not clueing me in to the fact that several of my boyfriends were complete losers that would never amount to anything. When I found my husband it was GLARINGLY clear to me that he was perfect because I had seen a LOT of losers!
4. Thanks for making me walk to school whenever I missed the bus. That was awesome because I got to become very good friends with this really popular girl whose mother drove her to school every day. Their car was so much nicer than the bus anyway. I'm pretty sure that clinched my social standing for most of middle school, so thanks for that.
I love you for so many reasons, Mom! I hope you are having a great weekend!