So the last Mother’s Day that The Lovely Rhonda spent with the Ex-Mr. Rhonda didn’t go so well. Rhonda recalls that she was working that day, she worked in those days as a CNA a couple of shifts a week, and was in nursing school full time. She also had two small children (ages 1 and 3).
Those of you who have experienced nursing school will understand that this is like saying, “in her off hours from the prison work gang breaking rock on the railroad with sledgehammers all day, she wrestles alligators down by the river for tips .”
I would like to note that there is a large deluxe grocery store about a half a mile away that sells chocolates, flowers, and greeting cards. Yet this is what she was presented with:
It gets better. The inside:
Now, to be fair, the grocery store was a WHOLE HALF MILE AWAY. And then there would have been all those decisions to make: which flowers? Balloon, or no balloon? Mushy card, or humorous? And which of these bottles of red wine goes best with chocolate? WHO HAS TIME FOR THIS OMG.
She came across this little gem while packing to move out (and subsequently in with me, yes it was scandalous, shh) and showed it to me and I insisted that she save it for me to blog about eventually. And today is that day! Because here is the card that I received for my birthday from The Lovely Rhonda:
And the inside, where she attempted to draw an owl because I like owls:
We were both very busy before my birthday and she talked about getting me a card, but I told her to buy me a latte instead. And she did, and I also got this.
I sense the beginning of a ridiculous tradition…