Since I knew I wouldn't see Erin or my mother on Mother's Day I called in the Baddest Mother I know to celebrate the day with me - my sister, Bobbie. She arrived Saturday afternoon and before we knew it, diamond tiaras sprouted from our heads and Robert was serving us Prosecco and cooking us dinner! We tried to stop him but he insisted on waiting on us. The next morning the same thing happened. Diamond tiaras and breakfast. Bobbie left in the afternoon and once again, Robert insisted on making me my traditional Mother's Day dinner, grilled lobster tail. It was indeed the best Mother's Day ever.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Mother's Day
Since I knew I wouldn't see Erin or my mother on Mother's Day I called in the Baddest Mother I know to celebrate the day with me - my sister, Bobbie. She arrived Saturday afternoon and before we knew it, diamond tiaras sprouted from our heads and Robert was serving us Prosecco and cooking us dinner! We tried to stop him but he insisted on waiting on us. The next morning the same thing happened. Diamond tiaras and breakfast. Bobbie left in the afternoon and once again, Robert insisted on making me my traditional Mother's Day dinner, grilled lobster tail. It was indeed the best Mother's Day ever.
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WAAAAAAIT a minute. How could it be the best Mother's Day ever if I wasn't there?
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