I wonder if “Scylla” has enough time to get this embroidered on a throw pillow to give to his mother for Mother’s Day.
I am making the supreme Mother’s Day sacrifice. Going to church with mom. I am the only one of her children who will. This, of course, makes me the best one. It’s not that I hate going to church. It is my wont to go to church on Sunday. I do not like going with mom. It’s the church I grew up in. I did not like that church so much then and I do not like it so much now. I’m such a good son!
Also, in addition to a present to mom from me, I will give her an orchid corsage. See, my youngest brother died seven years ago. He always bought mom an orchid corsage and this strange Mother’s Day “Commemorative” plate he got from Og knows where. Seriously, he did this from the time he was fifteen until his death. It was close to a thirty year thing. Sis and I divided up those duties. She finds the weird plate, I do the corsage. Ok, sis is one of the good ones too, but I’m still the best cause I go to church with mom.
Also (why, yes, I have felt the need to complicate Mother’s Day on my own) I give sis a Mother’s Day present. Ok, it’s my sneaky way of saying happy birthday, which she won’t let me do on her real birthday. The younger bro was (is?) her twin. Thus, she contends her birthday is not a happy time since his death. Sis and I are close, so I feel bad not doing anything, so I decided she gets a Mother’s Day present and she can’t say anything because it’s not her birthday.
My other two brothers do stuff for mom also. They always get her nice presents. Thus they are good. Still I’m the best cause I go to church with her.