As is tradition, i got quite a Mother’s Day card this year. They always come up with something a bit off beat. Since The Girl is still in London, it was all on The Boy to create one this year. As he presented it to me, with a lovely bottle of 12-year old single malt scotch, he expressed some concern.
The Boy: Usually The Girl is my ‘checks and balances’, making sure it’s not too far over the top. I really wasn’t sure if this one was. I was a little toasty when I did it. Hope you’re not mad…
On the inside:
Here’s the text, in case you can’t read this:
I feel like now is an appropriate time to thank you for a number of things that have previously been left unsaid. One: Thank you for giving the UPS driver a second chance.* Two: thanks for not taking the easy way out (i.e. back alley abortion, leaving me in a hot car with the windows rolled up, or the more obvious throwing me in a dumpster. Tres: That’s three in Spanish! Four: Thanks for tricking “Dad” into raising two illegitimate “kids”. You both have been great “parents”.
Nope. Just the right amount of “over-the-top”. As in “WAAAAAAY!” But that’s how us three crazy bastards roll.
We had a grand day out. He fixed me an omelette for breakfast, scavenged from the few remaining items in the fridge and pantry. Then it was off to a parking lot carnival – which happens every year. Seemed a lot smaller this year, so i beat him at a quasi-skilled game, and we headed out for Bad Juan margaritas. Stopped at the driving range first, and bashed a bucket of balls on the way there.
A very good day. He’s doing great. i’m one happy mother. i had a choice. Indeed.
* Long running family joke, started by his Dad, is that The Boy was the product of frequent visits from the UPS driver. You see, after The Girl was born, i grew to absolutely detest going shopping, and discovered internet shopping, free shipping, and spending the day in my underwear. There were always packages arriving, if you know what i mean…