"So, here's what I want for Mother's Day," I tell my husband through the cell phone. "I want to sleep late, go somewhere and write for hours, possibly catch a movie by myself, and then meet you guys for dinner."
"Oh. Okay," the news took him by surprise but he rolled with it. "How about that beach side lobster place in Malibu?"
"I'm not standing in line to order and eating my dinner out of a greasy wax paper-lined basket! I don't care if it's a barbecue chicken off of our grill or filet mignon at Ruth's Chris. I want a nice dinner. It's Mother's Day!"
Silence on the other end of the phone.
"Every day is Mother's Day," he finally said.
He was laughing as I hung up the phone so I know he's not a total ass.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
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