This is my mum:
She is very old.
She’s brilliant, and beautiful, and utterly fab, and I love her more than can be properly communicated on ye Olde Rant and Roll.
And it’s her birthday!
As I will be seeing her in exactly two weeks, when the family descends upon New York for my sister’s wedding festivities, I didn’t send her card in the mail (plus Canada post is notoriously slow).
Also, one thing to know about my momma is that she is a Buddhist, zen master extraordinaire, so in her quest to reach nirvana she has shunned all worldly possessions.
(And yet despite this fact, I cannot seem to stop buying her all the beautiful jewelry that reminds me of her.)
I’m working on it, okay?
(Just not that hard.)
However, as soon as I saw this card I KNEW that I had to purchase it:
I mean, how perfect is that?
Momma, I love you to death, and if I could buy you a lifetime supply of nothing (or, at the very least, all the salmon and salads in the world), I would.
I would in an instant.