Happy Mutha's Day!

So, this mother's Mothers Day started out with a real punch! No, really! I got punched first thing this morning by the fruit of my loins because I insisted that he eat a little breakfast before I let him play with *my* Colorforms. A timeout was in order and as I commiserated with GameGuy, I found myself saying, "I mean I carried Comet inside me! I've got a SCAR, Blogdammit! Now this!" All is not lost, however. I just finished watching "Pride and Prejudice" (Colin Firth edition) and GameGuy had intimated that there are plants, hopefully very hardy plants, to be planted in my honor this afternoon. After blogging, I plan to take a shower and hit Barnes and Noble with my lovely gift cards! Don't cry for me, Angelina (Jolie). Who knows, maybe she got punched a few times today, too.

Plus, I had a splendid 44th birthday yesterday thanks to the work of GameGuy, Our Lady of Perfection (OLOP, my friend and patron saint of all black dogs), and a friend who will remain nameless until I make up his blog alias. I got wonderful books, just when I really needed a good read, flowers, music, spin art, gift cards, and a Toob of Jamestown Settlers (I loved me some Captain John Smith as a little girl). Also, there was angelfood cake with strawberries! Did I further mention the Tibetan/Indian food and a few really good bellylaughs with OLOP and my other friend whilst GameGuy took Comet home for bed? What a great birthday for a woman in her middle years. Thanks!