at silly o'clock this morning, and of course completely spaced the fact that it was Mother's Day. None of us are at our best at 5am, after all.
However, he called me later, rather shamefaced, and wished me a happy Mother's Day. He said that I could go into his drawer and pull out a twenty and go out to dinner, if I wanted to. After going "awww," I told him that I'd really rather wait until he came home and then we could go out to dinner together.
Maybe, I mused, we could even get a sitter for Da Boy and go to the Desert Star, which we haven't been to in ages. We ooh'ed and ahh'ed over that idea, and so tomorrow I'm going to make us reservations. Not only that, but the lovely and effulgent bigsciencybrain and her Boyfriend-Critter are planning on coming down as well. *does the Dance of Joy*
We're also planning on an Antelope Island sojourn sometime this week, depending on the weather. *checks* Thursday and Friday look nice...
Writing? What is this "writing" of which you speak? Okay, yes. I will do 250 words before retiring. *nods firmly* Anyone can do that.