mother-in-laws day

Just looked up at the flower store calendar pinned to the wall next to my framed photo of Ollie looking sternly at a shame-faced Stanley in a completely destroyed kitchen in the aftermath of a gas-oven explosion, and noticed the fine print listed on the 26th.

Now, I don't have one, a mother-in-law no, a ramshackle kitchen yes, but I'm imagining all men from sea to shining sea that do, and how right at this moment they are wondering why 'mother' is now standing at the front door hands on hips, and are now gripping their tv remotes tighter and forcefully thumbing the volume button, and fantasizing about the eject button.

Simply another reason to always read the fine print.