So today I was productively flipping thorugh channels and I happened to come upon what I am convinced is the most awful show on television, something on VH1 about stage Moms; you know, they that recruit their poor ignorant children into the spotlight of their own silly dreams so they can live vicariously through them. One gem I extracted from my brief experience was from one of the Mom's on the show talking to a stylist about what she thought her daughter should be made over as:
"What I've come up with that really nails her in 3 words: young Beyonce."
Not only are they greatly selfless people, they are also arithmatic geniuses. Bravo indeed.
Mother's Day seemed like a minor success, almost devoid of any family conflict. She really likes her fish, which is pleasant. I think I have eaten far more of her cake than she has though.
I will just leave you with this image of a Daubentonia Madagascariensis.