Mother's Day

I made a breakfast for the residents yesterday. I made pancakes, bacon, and a fruit salad. Someone complained that there wasn't any sausage. They can bite me.
Bobbie is craaaazy.
I'm getting internet in the office. The modem should arrive tomorrow.
The kids sang a song this morning for the mothers. The mothers cried. The kids gave the mothers "roses" composed of Hershey Kisses, cellophane, and wire. The mothers cried. Anna and I handmade the "roses." We cried.
We ate dinner with Anna's parents. Then we tried to go see Anna's grandmother, but she wasn't home. That made it the best Mother's Day that Anna and her mom ever had.
People at church keep telling us we need to have kids. People aren't even asking anymore. They are just telling. Some are even telling us they are praying for it.
Anna will be substituting for a maternity leave for the next two weeks. The school apparently didn't know this until a half hour ago. Anna had to tell them.
Chief is sitting on the floor watching me, but his body is facing the other way. That just seems uncomfortable.
How can the Rockies let Jimenez get his first loss in a game where he gave up only one run on two hits in seven innings?
Anna's grandmother Carol (the final wife of Anna's maternal grandfather) came up from Tennessee yesterday. Anna's mother, aunt, cousin, and I all had lunch with her at Texas Roadhouse. I ate a country fried steak.
I still need to call my mother and wish her a happy greeting card holiday.