So tomorrow morning we are heading back to Wisconsin to so we can start celebrating my lovely mother’s 80th birthday. My sister and I have been planning the big shin-dig for month’s now and the rest of the week we’ll be doing things like arranging flowers, and making little table do-dads, and of course, sampling the wine you know – just to make sure.
My two brothers are going to be there lending a helping hand too, but as it is in most cases – the girls are in charge – thank God. My only heartache is that my own two children won’t be there as they are spending time with their ailing father. They did however send a card and we will see them two days after the party.
Everyone keeps telling us to “bring a jacket”. For crying out loud! I have worn pants once in the past 1.5 years and I refuse to find a jacket. I will wear my dad’s or freeze my ass off – which sounds like a great way to diet anyway.
Sunday at 1 p.m. EST I want everyone to hoist one for mom. She’s lovely, kind, generous, funny, patient and absolutely classy. What I know about motherhood I learned from her and she has been, and remains, a fabulous role model for me. I am also proud to say she is my friend.
Even if she still tells me to cut my hair, stop swearing, and about three thousand other things.
Oh yes – she also tells me to wear a jacket.
Mom, here we come!!!