Retrospective

My guess is that Nigel's mother was one worn out apricot poodle and his dad was....not. No matter, he's home now and we are one when we swing on the hammock...The day after Mother's Day means so many different things - a tear for the mom who is gone, loving the kidlets who are here....and Nigel. What did your Mother's Day mean?

Afloat on Mother's /Day

Offspring come in many forms.....one is legitimate. She is my daughter. I made her. The one with the curls? Well, I didn't make him, but now he's mine...and he's lovely. Mother's Day used to be all happy all the time, but since my mom is no longer here, it takes on a melancholy moment or two....until I look into the soulful eyes of my....offspring. Boom Boom.