Mother's Day Tennis Bracelet
As usual, Max presented me with a fabulous diamond-and-sapphire tennis bracelet today to thank me for giving birth to his child. This gift allows him to ignore my maternal sacrifices the other 364 days of the year. Whenever I get tired of chasing after the two year old, I just put on my tennis bracelets and flash them around at the nannies on the playground, and everything's peachy again.
I jest, children, I jest. Really, some of you are so gullible. Actually, we've spent the day drilling large holes in the wall of the laundry closet so that we may install wire shelving on which to stack towels. I am covered in romantic drywall dust.
3 Comments:
It's Baby Biscuit who's supposed to lay on the ice, not poor, beleaguered and doubtless dustier Max!
I think BB might need a teensy bit of help getting to town and back ;-)
What the devil *is* a tennis bracelet anyway? I keep picturing this charm bracelet dripping with tiny gold tennis rackets...
Jude
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