Happy Mother's Day.  Today is the most celebrated Hallmark holiday of the year.  But alas, I received not a single card, which isn't unusual.  I guess since both my son's were raised giving cards for every holiday that could be imagined, my thought and understanding was they would carry that tradition to their adulthood, when I was no longer around to take them to pick out said cards.  It is up to my poor, sad, partner for life to try and make up for my children's thoughtlessness and I am merciless in my criticisms.  I try, Lord knows, every year I try, to not be cruel and to acknowledge his intentions with love and sweetness.  But it grinds at me just the same.

So, knowing as I do that I will not be acknowledged, except for the haphazard voice mail with a "call me back", from one son - as if I would - and the actual voice of the other, I went ahead and did a little poor me shopping this week.  Oh yes, I know what I would like!  The very cutes cuffed skinny black pants came home with me, along with a couple of casual tops that make my new boyfriend cropped jeans feel very stylish indeed.  Ok, so it may not have been about being neglected for my special holiday at all.  It could be that these pants fit perfectly and both tops were on sale - bonus - that indulged my inner style icon.  I also know I will be heading to Mexico for a week trip and need a few new vibrant tops to liven up my mostly staid wardrobe of black and white t-shirts. 

Cabo San Lucas, you are on my mind...