It is the earliest Mother’s Day can be. My inbox is flooded with email with subject lines suggesting things I should get my mother. At least I haven’t had the urge to hit reply and write, “she’s dead”. Maybe that would make them stop though.
My postcards should arrive tomorrow. I need to remember to put a note on the door reminding the mail carrier that the door bell doesn’t work. I think I need to sign for the package.
Still no idea what to say this year.