||[May. 3rd, 2005|12:10 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Every year Mother's Day is some kind of perverse integrity check. It's like playing a game of "Do I have the balls..." with myself. Do I have the balls to send a card that says "Your sweet gentle ways always saw me through"? No. No I do not.
I've found a suitable card. I made reservations. Now I have to shop for flowers. I've never actually been less in the mood to shop.
On the other hand.. I want item 2644 at flowers.com. Because I'm a dork.