I know what you’re thinking, Americans. It’s not Mother’s Day. Except it is, where I am. Or it was. Yesterday.
And I spent the weekend doing what any self-respecting mother would do: hanging out at my sister’s house watching chick flicks and eating an entire pizza.
Bonus of your sister marrying your brother? Your sister, whom you were pretty sure you were only going to see once a year, now lives an hour down the road.
Dan rubs Catherine’s feet. That’s nice.
Simes wasn’t too hot on feet-rubbin’…
…but he did help me make a real cute little boy.
Happy (day after) Mother’s Day to all you British Mamas! And hey, Happy Mother’s Day to you Americans, too. I think we all deserve more than one.
PS – Simon doesn’t mind the foot-rubbin’, really. But he’s got a broken shoulder so, you know, I took a rain check.