|Nick and Leah wish me (& I am sure you, too) a Happy Mother's Day!|
"Happy Mother's Day," says my gorgeous celebrity-style bouquet from Nick and Leah of Canadia!
In one month and three days, they can wish me a Happy Mother's Day in person!! (This is the day I am attending their wedding in Ontario, in a dress!)
In case you are following the story of my hot pursuit of a Mom O' Groom dress -- since February -- regard below an actual photograph from yesterday's shopping excursion. (It typifies our many successes!)
|Mother Of Statue-of-Liberty dress|
There are four other photos just like this~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>
only I am trapped inside completely different dress-parts, in other fabrics and colors.
Had it not been for Alexandra and Marina and Abigail retrieving arms and limbs hopelessly ensmeared in fabric, SWAT teams would have been involved in some crow-bar intensive event.
Hey, I just realized that over the next years, as I acquire several more daughters-in-law, Mother's Day will be like Christmas in that it is shared by others of the same religion (Hail Me, I Had Babies) where food and gifts are central.
Which brings me to today's Errant Recipe Gone Good.
Besides celebrating me, we are gathering here for a great evacuation. Oh PLEASE go read the post about my Personal Evacuation where I had an allergic reaction to the Atkins diet. accidentally shat myself
Today's Mother's Day Evac surrounds decades of furniture and deadly detritus our four adult children have deposited here over the years. Read about specific artifacts here: I'm a Feature On Hoarders
So I literally drafted my children to come here -- today -- MOTHER'S Day -- to claim or burn their remains, or perhaps mark them with a Number-Coded Sticker: #1 meaning, "This is mine, but I want you guys to have it," #2: "This was one of my ex-girlfriend's so I cannot take possession of it nor acknowledge I know what it is," and #3: "My brothers and sister and I will do Rock/Paper/Scissors to Claim it for Permanent Abandonment at your home."
This system -- regardless of the numbers -- will result in their father and me carting their personal effects to the landfill. There is a WEDDING in a month so I have no time to hold a yard sale. Or a bake sale. Not even to raise funds for the gasoline I'll need to transport their refuse to our local dump, let alone the bribes I'll need to entice Landfill Guardians to permit toxic combustibles onto their site.
|Black Quinoa, Petite French Green Lentil, Jasmine Rice Vegan Draft|