Mother's Day--a celebration devised by a greeting card company to sell cards. Whatever the motivation, it worked and is now an institution.

Sadly,  neither my mother nor my husband's is still with us, but I got to looking around the house this morning at all the items I've kept over the years that belonged to them.

My gaze immediately homed in on a couple of plaques hanging on my kitchen wall, along with several I've accumulated over the years.

No Matter Where I Serve My Guests; It Seems They Like My Kitchen Best. That one hung next to my mother-in-law's sink for as long as I knew her. And it was true. Whenever the family gathered, no football game could ever compete with her kitchen. We'd all come and go while making dinner or cleaning up from one.

The Opinions Expressed By The Husband Of This House Are Not Necessarily Those Of The Management. This homily was tacked on the wall behind my father's bar. When they moved to an apartment, he handed it to my husband saying, "Here, you're going to need this."

BOAT--A Hole In The Water Surrounded By Wood Into Which One Pours Money. Oh, soooo true! Our sailboat  never got out of the boatyard for under a grand. And that's not counting the do-it-yourself maintenance that comes along just before you leave the dock for a weekend trip. (BOAT also stands for Break Out Another Thousand)

People Who Think They Know It All Are Especially Annoying To Those Of Us Who Do. My husband gave me this one year for Christmas as a joke--at least, I think it was a joke.

Reality Is Only An Illusion That Occurs Due To Lack Of Wine. Amen. Enough said.

Happy Mother's Day to everyone.

Suzanne