I know many people scorn holidays like mother's day. It is a "Hallmark Holiday" after all. Mother's should be honored everyday, blah, blah, blah. Pish-posh, I say! I think Mother's day is very sweet. Messy breakfasts in bed, precious little gifts made in Sunday school, a day for mama to be spoiled and pampered and petted. I received a card that was actually a birthday card, but the word birth was crossed out and mother penciled in its place. The card had to do with butts, gas and the planet Uranus. It was signed 'The Fairfull Kids' which I loved. As if any other group of kids would give me a mother's day card. As you can see, we are not a mushy-gushy people. The children got me a new printer/copier/scanner with carefully saved allowances and a smidgen of help from Grandma and Daddy. My mother gave me a new toilet seat--I told you we aren't mushy-gushy--which she even installed for me.
Bill gave me new patio furniture for the back porch. We have a lovely screened in back porch. It's really the best feature of our house. The porch is huge and partially enclosed so it protects us from all but the worst weather. Lately our porch had been super redneck porch of the month, complete with broken furniture and ripped up screens. Horrible stuff. And it really bothered me that it looked so bad. Over the last few weeks Bill has been fixing it up. Painting, scrubbing and replacing the screen, that sort of thing. The crowing finish is the porch furniture he surprised me with. Now, not only is my porch tidy and shiny, but now it has a beautiful loveseat, 2 chairs, 2 ottomans and a glass to coffee table. My husband gets me. All my gifts were items that I didn't expect. I loved them all, even the toilet seat.
Wendy
