Happy Mother’s day to the mother of all mothers.
That is what the boys said when I walked in the bar for my usual Sunday morning breakfast: OJ and vodka.
Being the ultimate mother, I decided to have 2 doubles this morning, in honor of all the mothers out there.
Moving right along, Chicken Marsala at Specs!
Ran into a woman with a large and a small eye, and her husband, whose eyes are damn near perfect.
After dinner, a rum and mint and something pink drink.
Came home to find my two children ready to eat again, Puff Daddy and Oh Wow.
They love their groceries.
Sundays are such a delight.
Yes, I know tomorrow is Monday.
But Sundays would not be so wonderful if there were no Mondays.
And Mondays would not be so miserable if I was a free bird, a free spirit, or just free.
This week, my resolution is to plan my escape.
And to make it happen.