Dad and I went to Bob Evans for breakfast as is our habit on Sundays after Mass. What about Mom? She’s out on the golf course, with a bunch of her friends, enjoying her Mother’s Day the way she wants to. As for dinner, there’s no way she wants to eat my cooking (she’s threatened to call “Worst Cooks in America” and get me signed up as a contestant), so I’m heading over the Publix later today to pick up some of their excellent fried chicken. Trust me. It’s better than having me try to get all of the items for a home-cooked meal come out at the same time.
To all the mothers out there, enjoy your day. You deserve it.