Have you ever watched Sex and the City 2 with a straight dude who is waaaaaay more into it than you?
I have. That happened.
Have you ever thought about renting Steel Magnolias, buying a box of tissue and inviting this same gentlemen over… just to test the waters? I have. Duh.
Would Driving Miss Daisy be too far? Eat, Pray, Love?
This is just craycray. I need a Bloody Mary… and a few hours working on my Netflix queue. I might have a winner here.
When it comes time for a little human to call me Mom, there are several things I hope for. Here are a few of those hopes:
I hope that I’ll no longer run screaming from the room at the sight of a spider. Mom has to take care of the spider… that’s sort of part of the deal as Mom, right? Maybe can I always get away with saying, “Let’s go get Daddy to take care of that spider.” I hope that works.
I hope that a deep affection for pickles and pancakes, though not necessarily on the same plate, is hereditary.
I hope that I have as good a pair of Mom Hands as my mom.
Most importantly, I hope that I create as patient and loving, supportive and hilarious a family as was provided for me.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you who have the patience and care to raise new, happy, and lovely people in the world.
Here’s some dreamy Raspberry Lemonade, and all sort sof recipes that you might consider making for your mom and family this weekend.