until too late. Okay, it’s never too late, but I certainly learned my lesson. I was away in L.A., and then I was sick. The first thing I did when I awoke on Mother’s Day was phone Mom. It was 2pm, though, when I awoke. She’d already left, to go cry in a park somewhere because her daughter didn’t send a card or call. But I really was planning on it; I’m just lazy. I don’t send cards to anyone. I made my mother cry on Mother’s Day, again. “You don’t respect me or love me. All those years alone in a park, crying, and nothing has changed.” She didn’t want to hear my excuses or my apologies; she wanted to feel sorry for herself. I knew it would pass; I knew it was wrong of me, but she didn’t want to hear it. She wanted to be mad. I understand that feeling.
I sent her a lovely cake and flowers in a designer box (I spent 20 minutes deciding on the fabric), from Nonnie Waller’s, two days too late. Late is better than never. Next year, she’s getting her goods early. I never want anyone to mistake my sloth for lack of love, again.
last year, all she got was a post. I must have woken up earlier last year.
For your viewing pleasure of all things materialistic and lovely, other things I would have liked to have sent include (and no, I don’t get paid for any of this–sheesh!):
Multi Charm Coral Necklace: this is so rockstar for summer. It’s ghetto summer. I love it, and I think she’d wear it ’cause anything goes in Florida… especially anything that looks like it came from the ocean, even if it didn’t.