I called my mom on Sunday morning to wish her a happy Mother's Day. She sounds like she's doing well, so does my dad.

We talked for a while, mainly about the pros and cons of certain types of cookware (yeah, I can hold a conversation about pans).  She caught me up on how all their friends are doing.  We didn't argue at all, which is rare, and rather nice!

I asked about the timing of their annual trip down here and mom said they aren't coming this time, due to a couple of things at home. I'm kinda sad. We usually celebrate my birthday when they come to town for that trip.  I mean, it rarely coincides with my actual birthday, but it's close enough and, as much as I gripe about the hassle of driving to see them and wasting all that time,  I really do like spending time with them.   I guess it's just not to be. :-(

By the way, my asshole cat didn't even get me a card for Mother's Day....again.  He's lucky he's so handsome or he'd be out on the street (not really).