Mother's Day. What a laugh. The hand that rocks the cradle gets a day in her honor. While pickles, yes, pickles, get a whole week! Something wrong about this if you ask me. So far, no one has. Asked me, that is.
Yesterday, Son 4 visited with his offspring. (He intimated that he'd be back today but hasn't made it thus far)
Today, Son 2 and his daughter, Son 3 sans wife and kids (long story), and Son 5, wife and their two girls paid a visit. Cards and flowers presented.
Son 3 became a grandfather two weeks ago and his wife is in Arizona with their eldest child who is the grandbaby's mother. (He was out there for a few days but had to return home for business reasons)
So to anyone out there who has nothing better to do that you're reading this, Happy Mother's Day. And to all you pickles, well...you know...
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