mother's day rules

mr puddins was smiling at me when my eyes finally opened this morning. even in deep REM sleep, i heard the sound of his running, a scampy-at-best 'da duhm da duhm' sound as he hauled ass down the hallway. upon rounding the corner of the bedroom, he launched himself into midair. soaring through the air, he conveniently lands right in my crotch. a 22-lb thunderbutt of a cat hitting your crotch at likely 15+- mph is a helluva alarm clock. so, here i am, staring at mr puddins as he lies across my chest.... feed me, he smiles, you're the one with the opposable thumbs.

this weekend is the infamous mother's day fiasco. my wife's mother is in town. amazing woman. been thru hell and back, now a successful graduate. masters in fact. she's looking to start her own practice. she cares about people. we care about her. the fact that it takes one day a year to recognize this is a damned shame.

mother's day is the one day a year when people should be reminded that they should be more thankful for what they have in these women. the other 364 days a year it seems like it's forgotten. damn shame. mother's get a bad rap at times. i think this also happens by the ones who should be thanking them in the first place.

mom, i love ya. 365 days a year. how often do you say this?