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!):

Studded Zippered Pouchette… but really, she’d say, “Oh, that’s fun” and never use it.  “It’s too young for me.  It’s good for you girls, not me.”

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.