So I was laying in bed next to my mom, NOT farting in her face (you know, because it's Mother's Day) thinking about how great she is. I mean, yesterday she was feeding me the fat from ribs from Big Daddy's BBQ in St. Paul. The day before that she took me to work so that we could walk around the lake together while she was at lunch, even though that morning she was awakened by what was one of the foulest stenches I could muster. What do you expect? It was time for breakfast and my kisses didn't get her out of bed. I had to resort to other measures.
I know all of your moms are great for you, but for me, my mom is the best mom I could have ever dreamt of. She is beautiful, and funny, and so smart and clever and she puts up with me, the cats, and even my dad.
So best wishes and congratulations to you all for your mamas, but from me and the cats, "Cheers!" to mine. She is the greatest and I hate to have to say it, but sorry suckers! She's mine.