THE DAY THE MOMZ TOOK OVER

To paraphrase rapper-for-hire Turbo B from the early 90's Snap hit "The Power," (i.e. Germany's answer to C+C Music Factory) it's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kinda hectic around here these days, and I obviously haven't been able to keep the Canard as up-to-date as I'd like. So please, stay off my back. Or I will attack. And you don't want that.

But on this Hallmark holiday I had certainly better show up to dedicate a post to my own mother, pictured below with my youngest sisters, on the first floor of the house they're building in Lincoln City:


Being only a somewhat-good son (surely better than The Good Son once portrayed by Macaulay Culkin, though I certainly had my moments) I failed to send off either a card or flowers in time to arrive at the parental domicile in Portland by today. In the past I might not have had the money (seriously) but this time I didn't have the time. By the time I got to the FTD website on Thursday, I was fairly appalled that they couldn't deliver anything before Tuesday of next week. Are we living in the future or not?

So instead I'll make up for it with a Mother's Day phone call, which probably will mean more than the mass-marketed mild humor of a storebought card, or the outlay of money for a flower arrangement with a bar code. Despite the obvious acquisition of expensive things (vehicles, extra houses, additional children) they really aren't very materialistic people. Besides, I've finally re-started payments on the loan(s) they've provided to help me out on my way to financial solvency. And I hope that next month my father will appreciate the same offer.

Break 'em off somethin', break mom off somethin'.

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posted by WWB at 4:38 PM |