May 9, 2013
Every year on Mother's Day, I remember the wise words of Calvin who wakes his mom up extra early to deliver a card that starts by lamenting the fact that his meager allowance won't allow him to get her the flowers she deserves, and concludes with:
Happy Mother's Day to you.
There, I said it. Now I'm done.
So how 'bout getting out of bed,
and cooking breakfast for your son?
I remember those words, but I don't act on them (mostly
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