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Happy American Mothers' Day?
May. 14th, 2006 06:31 pmRight now, I'm sitting in the new Panera restaurant in Miramar (very near work, actually) to type this, because O THE BLISS OF FASTER CONNECTIVITY! They have, of course, high-speed wireless free for customers. It got me in here, so it must be a good idea. My usually idea of elaborate eating out is drive-through hot wings at Miami Subs instead of Burger King.
My mother more or less drove me out of the house, because she is the ONLY person who has EVER had serious health problems and therefore my amazing psychic powers -- you know, the ones that let me tell where customers are calling from and what their problems are? -- are supposed to let me wait on her hand and foot. The fact that my own kids, who have been adorable and attentive all day but can't quite get the concept of a 'mothers' day' aren't getting me anything is beneath her notice.
But I had errands anyway. And the hopes of ahhhhhh... high-speed wireless. I indulged in a couple of comics back-issues way up to Broward County in a store (Tate's, recommended by a member of the South Florida Science Fiction Society), did some fairly idle driving around, and will realio-trulio get to the grocery store, honest. And maybe even get Missy Ungrateful Nasty-Throwing-Things Person the Thai spring rolls I said I would.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting in air conditioning, enjoying some internet (until my expletive-deleted battery dies), drinking Diet Pepsi and eating Panera's Fuju Apple Chicken Salad (not bad, but I think the crumbled Gorgonzola is throwing me off). I know a lot of my Flist are mothers, have mothers, have been called 'mothers' or at least know mothers, so... happy mothers' day nonetheless.
My mother more or less drove me out of the house, because she is the ONLY person who has EVER had serious health problems and therefore my amazing psychic powers -- you know, the ones that let me tell where customers are calling from and what their problems are? -- are supposed to let me wait on her hand and foot. The fact that my own kids, who have been adorable and attentive all day but can't quite get the concept of a 'mothers' day' aren't getting me anything is beneath her notice.
But I had errands anyway. And the hopes of ahhhhhh... high-speed wireless. I indulged in a couple of comics back-issues way up to Broward County in a store (Tate's, recommended by a member of the South Florida Science Fiction Society), did some fairly idle driving around, and will realio-trulio get to the grocery store, honest. And maybe even get Missy Ungrateful Nasty-Throwing-Things Person the Thai spring rolls I said I would.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting in air conditioning, enjoying some internet (until my expletive-deleted battery dies), drinking Diet Pepsi and eating Panera's Fuju Apple Chicken Salad (not bad, but I think the crumbled Gorgonzola is throwing me off). I know a lot of my Flist are mothers, have mothers, have been called 'mothers' or at least know mothers, so... happy mothers' day nonetheless.
