I think my mother’s a witch.
No, not the “omg, she’s such a wretched person” kind of witch. The kind that has control over weather and flying monkeys and can turn you into a toad.
So, this morning I called my mother. Not usually reason for a blog post, except I had to call her here. As they’ve done in late January for the last few years (a few of which, I was lucky enough to go along with), Mom, Ken & Carol Ann are currently basking in the hot Hawaiian sun, having a grand old time. According to Carol Ann, yesterday they were playing in the waves. I am envious.
And of course, for the locals, you all know that it started snowing in Vancouver again this morning.
Today is my mother’s 52nd birthday, and she’s cursed those of us left behind with more snow.
Seriously, this is not a woman you want to piss off. I’m fully expecting flying monkeys any minute now.
Happy Birthday, Mom. Enjoy the sun and surf and mai tai’s, and please be benevolent to those of us who have holes in our snow boots and a severe aversion to cold…
Monkeys? I don’t do monkeys. What good are they? Do, however, watch out for cold sores and pink eye :)
Hmm – interesting coincidence – my dad’s birthday is today. And, I too would rather be somewhere warmer. Hopefully the lottery tickets I have for him will pay out and he’ll be willing to share.