And a lazy, snooty, and cranky animal talking about Mother’s Day.
I had an uncle who used to visit his parents (my grandparents on that side of the family) on holidays, which I really only knew because my family would also visit them. On those days, he would eat a big meal there, then go back home to his wife and son and eat dinner with them, too. He became very overweight from regularly eating multiple dinners a day, because apparently he was doing that on non-holidays, too. It was a little weird. So for him, most days were Two Dinners Day.
Claudia wants me to give her stuff because she knows I have a complicated and difficult relationship with my real mom and she’ll be my mom now. It was a nice offer and I’d have taken her up on it if I could have.
(In real life, I called my mom on Mother’s Day, but I didn’t get her anything. Not even a card.)
Wolfgang’s mom doesn’t need anything, because she is a zen master, and he wishes that he were also a zen master. He isn’t, though. Please keep giving him bugs, fish, and fruit every three hours.