We were on our way out the door to head home last night (technically this morning), when our manager asked if we all wanted to take home flowers. Normally when asked, I decline – I feel like I’m never home to enjoy them these days – but then she threw a wrench in that plan and mentioned the M word. Mom.
That’s how I ended up trying to keep a big floral centerpiece from toppling over onto the floor of my car at 2 am. Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day weekend, y’all, even if you’re a fur-mom or a wannabe mom/fur-mom. 🙂