I had a great Mother's Day, planned by one of my kids, and it was goofy and fun. I talked to the son who's abroad for an hour in the morning, my husband brought me breakfast in bed, my daughter who's in the next state called and I wished her happy mom's day and talked to my granddaughter, who's one great talker for barely two years old. Then the two kids who were around and one partner drove me to a powwow. We went by the baseball stadium, where normally I go to the ball game, but it was raining, and we thought it was a bad bet, so we drove on to the powwow, ate fry bread Indian tacos, and watched some fantastic dancing and looked at the wares in the booths. I do love fry bread, lard and all. Since I only have it about once a year, it seems safe. I can make the stuff myself, but never allow my little hands to get close to doing so. On the way back, we saw the word "perfect" on the billboard by the baseball park, and quickly turned off the radio. Sure enough, the one time in about 25 years I hadn't gone to the game, the pitcher had a perfect game. Oh, no, I cried, knowing my older son would never let me live this one down. Sure enough, the minute we got home, my husband said he'd called from the other side of the world and teased mercilessly. Thank goodness I wasn't there to receive the call. We laughed and laughed! Lost my one chance for bragging rights.
Then we went to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D, which I loved. Johnny Depp is amazing in it. And then we met my husband for pizza at a great place, and a good time was had by all.
Now, if I can just develop some baseball karma so I can see another perfect game this season, by my beloved A's and hopefully catch a fly ball at the same game. Is that too much to ask? I don't think so.
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