What are you making for your mom or the mom-like figure in your life this Sunday?
I have to admit that I am not making these. Well, maybe I did….but there is no remaining physical evidence to indicate that I did.
That’s right. I ate my mom’s Mother Day baked goods gift.
Oops. Love you, mumsy.
The frontal lobe of my twisted brain reasons that I am flying my own sweet little self back home for Mother’s Day, and that my mom will therefore have everything she needs (i.e. me). Plus, she won’t miss what she never, er, knew … Read more
