Today is that artificial holiday, Mother's Day. Saturday morning I was woken up between 3 and 4am by the sound of my mother hammering nails into some cabinets she's making. And last week I got to hear her drilling screws into the wall (stripping every one of them) at about 5am.
So for mother's day I thought about doing some construction of my own, at 2 in the morning. There's nothing like a jackhammer to ring in such an important holiday!
But that wouldn't be very nice. Instead, my gift to her is just being myself. I figure, when you have a son like me, every day is cause for celebration. Am I right or am I right?