Don't take it personally if I don't write a lot for the next little while -- I've got a lot of stuff going on.
This weekend is my mom's birthday. As disclosed previously, it's a round number, so it's pretty serious -- serious enough that I am flying home (or whatever) to Florida for her birthday party, instead of attending my friend's memorial.
It's also a serious enough birthday that I'm still completely stumped for a birthday gift.* And I'm pretty much running out of time. I'll probably have to wing it when I get home.
And no, I'm not getting her a picture of my brother.
On the phone, my brother suggested that maybe I should just go home and see if my mom is just happy enough with the fact that I bought a plane ticket. I wonder if the boy might have a good point. I mean, I live a thousand miles away; shouldn't my presence be enough?
Yeah, I didn't think so either.
*I did get her a funny birthday card. And a refrigerator magnet that says "A Mom is a friend who gets on your nerves more than most." Yeah, it's only sort-of funny. But in a way that she likes.
Mom, if you read this and it ruined your surprise, it serves you right.