A Waterlogged Mother’s Day… With A Side of Ass
If I had to sum up my Mother’s Day weekend… this would do it.
Happy, happy, happy like fuscia; stripey… and completely unwound.
Despite the wretched weather. It started cold and sleeting and then warmed up, evolving into very, very cool and raining. For 72 straight hours. However after watching Friday’s ‘local’ news, I was able to implement a little exercise in gratitude as I watched our compatriots over the mountains… dig out from under one full metre of snow!!
But as I always say… if you want to rape and pillage our Great, so very embittered, Mother… and then brazenly pave your streets with gold, encrust your SUV’s with diamonds and eat poor folks babies for breakfast… well, you take your lumps.
I digress…
The positively shite weather did allow for complete and total sloth-dom. Movies. Food. More food. Naps. Yes, the entire weekend was a total write-off for getting anything done… ie. load of new soil needs allocated to new beds… new beds that are still waiting to be built… blah. blah. blah.
This weekend, thanks to Our Dear Underappreciated Collective Mother, was just about hanging with the maniacs, hanging with mi Filipes and doing a whole lotta what you don’t often get an excuse to do… absolutely nuttin’!
Oh… except for outing with the miscreants on Saturday night.
Since seeing Grease not too long ago, Zip has had an unnatural and oh-so-aggravatingly inappropriate fascination with mooning… anytime… anywhere.
Much to the delight of Zip and gaggle of young, neighborhood maniacs he got the opportunity to share his fascination with pretty, done and so very teased and stuck up neighbor teenage girl. Around the fire. There she sat… innocently twirling a black marshmallow over the low flames, lost in thoughts of Zack Ephron… his tongue and other select body parts, discount designer clothes, and how she’d really rather be elsewhere smoking a big fattie… than hanging with a bunch of snot-nosed kids and old fogies, Zip squared up… only a mere nose length from her fresh, pretty, young face… bent over and let her marvel… he even did her the pleasure of spreading his skinny little cheeks.
OK… before you go and say it. I know very well this deranged expression of exhibitionism is a direct reflection of my own inadequacy as a mother….
Particularly apropos only hours before Mother’s Day… I consider myself effectively honoured!
