Happy F*@!$ing Mother's Day!
Mr. W just informed me that we are going to his parents' for the weekend. Where his dad wants to grill steaks for mother's day...you know...to celebrate my mother-in-law's 60th birthday AND mother's day for everyone appropriate. Except that in the EIGHT years I have known him, I have eaten neither pork nor red meat and only began eating poultry again AFTER my son was born and then very infrequently.
Then again, my father-in-law calls me Cindy on a regular basis. My name is not Cindy. Not even close.
If I was weepy and whiny earlier today...yeah...I think it's going to be a while before I can pull out of this funk.