Love my family.
Even on a day like today, Mother’s Day, our…unique…personalities shine through. In a blinding fashion.
So, you ask, “Imp, what did the Clan get you for Mother’s Day?”
Well..there’s this lovely mug. Notice the size. It’s ceramic. So, not really meant for travelling.
The lid, I was informed, was to keep Terror Toddler from inserting cereal, crackers, and other unidentifiable floaties into my coffee.
Everybody go, “Awwwww! How thoughtful!”
And it is. For this house.
I’m pretty sure other parents don’t have to take security measures on their coffee cups though.
Diva, my lovely girl, bought me beautiful earrings.
She wouldn’t have, if I hadn’t LOST a diamond earring on Monday. Yes, I seriously lost one of the diamond stud earrings Wolf bought me for Christmas. (That’s why I haven’t been blogging, I’ve been mentally curled up in the fetal position for the past six days.) She’s such a sweet young woman. *sniffle*
Then…oh, then…Wolf smirks at me.
Oh boy. That smirk. I’m in deep doo doo. That’s his mischievous smirk. I know that smirk. It directly contributed to increasing our family size.
I’m a complete sucker for the mischievous boy look.
He informs me that my ‘real’ gift hasn’t come in yet, but this was his gag gift to me.
Yes, that’s right. Bacon scented body wash. (It has a warning, “This is not food” on it.)
Cause, yanno, everything is better with bacon. Bacon is meat candy.
I pointed out that using this would make the dog chase me around. He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows, that the dog wouldn’t be the only one. I pointed out that we’d likely have a congregation of bears in the yard, licking their lips and waiting for me to appear. That didn’t seem to phase him either.
However, the prospect of any furry beast in a 50 mile radius showing up in my yard was enough to convince me to stick to my regular body wash.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there, bacon scented or not!