in honor of mama mcdimple

I'm on my way out to meet the McDimples for Mother's Day brunch... Um, after I stop at the store and pick up a few cards. I SUCK at getting cards ahead of time. Regardless of the holiday or occasion, I'm in the store at the last minute with all the nervous husbands and lazy kids picking through the sorry selection in the bombed-out-looking card aisle. Nothing's ever left at this point which means I'm most likely going to be giving my mother and sisters cards that are in either in Spanish or are part of Hallmark's Mahogany line. Eh, they'll just think I'm being cheeky and laugh it off.

But enough about me being a bad daughter. I'm not a complete waste of space, you see. I've written some posts about my mother over the years. She's quite a character at times. And other times, she really typifies the heart-tugging sentiments written in a Mother's Day card... you know, the ones I can never give her because they're already sold out by the time I drag my sorry carcass to the store.

Anyhoo, here are a few stories about my mother:

:: My Mum
:: I'm a [Last Name] Girl
:: Erin Go A-cup Bragh
:: The Snowsuit
:: Since I'm Up Now Anyway... (aka Mum's Messages, Part One)
:: Mum's Messages, Part Deux
:: Misdiagnosis

Happy Mother's Day!