My Mom is Probably Cooler Than Your Mom (Ok, I might be biased)
Driving a Duck Boat
I have admit, while I am much happier in DC, I miss living in the same state as my mom. Back home I had easy access to lunches and shopping and manicures and mojitos whenever I wanted. My mom is in her late 50s, but probably still one of the coolest chicks to hang out with.
Even if she does give me a hard time about my domestic failings, she manages to refrain from giving me a hard time about just about everything else that’s wrong with my big, dumb, life. And for that, I am grateful. She’s also totally trendy, loves Coach bags and highlights and fun shoes, tries to like the movies I recommend, and can hold her own drinking beers and playing cards until 2 am. She’s the coolest.
I’m not really into shmoopy sentiments, and frankly neither is she–a true Mainer, after all. And so I’ll just say Happy Mother’s Day, to Brenda (aka Mean Mouse), the coolest mom ever. And probably the best shoe shopping/mojito drinking partner I could ask for.
Plus, she landed local man of note, DERF! Happy Mother’s Day, Brenda!
Ha, save your Derf sentiments for Father’s Day. Although he is indeed a Man of Note.