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Today in honor of Mother’s Day I’m reposting a post I already posted. It’s my Mother’s Day gift to myself. So if you’ve read it before, sorry, but it’s still funny. And if you haven’t read it, it’s new to you.
Today I thought I’d bring you a special Mother’s Day edition of Tweetpeat Tuesday. It all started when I tweeted this tweet last week. It really seemed to speak to people.
It’s a dumb question. Obviously, I’m going to need a flask. Too bad I don’t own one. I would have filled it with something particularly potent like straight gin before leaving the house. I survived nonetheless, and I also came up with a fantastic Mother’s Day gift idea. The gift on every mother’s wish list. A flask – for all the times you’re stuck with the kids also known as your life.
It’s the gift I want. Too bad Mr. Potato Head doesn’t read my blog. I guess I’ll just have to tell him point blank, which is no different from the way we do everything else really. It takes all the mystery out of it, but my husband never really coped well with mystery. It took me nearly two decades, but I learned it was best just to be blunt.
So here I am, and I thought what goes better with Mother’s Day than alcohol? Easy answer: Nothing. And this liquor-themed Mother’s Day post was born. Who better to start off with a Mother’s Day celebration suggestion than my new favorite twit and drunken housewife, The Drunken Homemaker?
What a refreshing and stiff drink to serve at a Mother’s Day brunch. I’m sure it will be a welcome treat for all your thirsty guests. Simply say, “WhiskTea, anyone?” It’s bound to be met with a resounding, “Oooh, that sounds delicious. I’ll take 10.”
The Drunken Homemaker is full of great advice and insightful observations. Just listen to what she said next.
Mine too. I never realized it before, but TDH is right. If, however, we came up with some seed money to finance my wine commune idea, we’d never have to wait for Fat Tuesday again.
That’s when it hit me. I had to start a wine commune. We’d market it with the tag line, Fat Tuesday isn’t just for Fat Tuesday anymore.
The wine commune was the answer to all my prayers. It would solve so many other problems, as well, like the one most likely striking many a Mother’s Day table this weekend.
With my wine commune, you’ll never face that problem again!
So make it a happy Mother’s Day for me and send cash or money orders care of One Funny Motha to
One Funny Motha Boulevard
I’ll leave you today with this, a tweet specifically discussing Mother’s Day and the people that make it possible and then ruin it all.
That’s it. Have a Happy Mother’s Day. If you learned anything here today, you will.
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