What I Did on Saturday Night

Once upon a time it was Mother’s Day. You may remember that I don’t actually, you know, have children and therefore am not a mother (not that such a detail stopped me from taking a bag of chocolates when they handed them out in church for all the mothers).

That detail also did not stop Bart when our good friend B called him up and said “We’re going to do a big Mother’s Day extravaganza.” (Thanks, B, for forgetting that we have no children).

You can read about the whole shebang on Ralphie’s blog because she has taken better pictures of it than I ever would have and she will make you laugh with her funny comments. Also, she says nice things about me, so why should I even bother writing about it?

I shouldn’t.