Contrary to what the title implies, I had a great mother’s day. My husband and kids made me a very tasty breakfast in bed. I received flowers and cards with promises to vacuum the house and do five chores worth $20 (I think my 8-year-old has an inflated sense of his helpfulness).
For supper, my husband made beef stew, home-baked bread, and spice cake – all were delicious, by the way. He bought an expensive cut of meat, which he thought was called Agnes beef (say Angus, honey, An-gus). Really, I’d hate to think my pleasure was at the expense of a little old lady.