Why I didn't post anything for Mother's Day

I actually kind of find this holiday annoying. Usually it means spending all day with PK, because he of course adores his mama and wants her Mother's Day to be special. Which is very sweet, but exhausting. And often Mr. B. is engaged in making some kind of surprise (in this case a really quite delicious lemon chiffon cake) which means that PK is at loose ends, i.e., completely free to spend all day with me.

I know, I know, I'm an ungrateful, awful, wretch of a human being. I didn't even call my own mother today, though I suppose there's a remote chance I'll do that before the day is out (don't count on it, though). I also found out today that my dear aunt, who has M.S., is really entering what look like the terminal stages of the disease--she called 911 the other day to report that she'd been kidnapped because she couldn't figure out what she was doing in the assisted living home she's been in for months now. Sigh. I should call her too.

Even cheerier news: Orange reported today that Jessica of Cancer, Baby--who really, really, really wanted to be a mother--died on Friday. Of ovarian cancer. At the age of 33.

Bleah. Happy Mother's Day, indeed. Mama would just as soon have skipped it.