The Hallmark holidays are not my thing. Mothers' Day, Fathers' Day, Administrative Professionals' Day, Fill-In-The-Blank Day -- not my thing.
One of the things about Mothers' Day that chafes, galls, and burns is the marketing that implies/assumes the grudging nature of the male's compliance with the whole thing.
"Yeah," the ad goes, "It's that time again and you're gonna hafta take the old Battle-axe out to brunch, so you might as well get it over with at So-'n'-So's Shrimp-Flavored Deep-Fried-Batter Emporium, where we have a special going and you can wash it all down with carbonated wine in Mothers' Day style!"
You MUST do this or there will BE NO PEACE. I think that's the message.
Brunch? As opposed to just getting drunk at home? Seriously?
Chocolate Dipped Berries? Notice they don't even say "strawberries" this year? Just "berries." Could be DINGLE- !
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My mother passed away almost fourteen years ago. I love her and miss her every day. I still have the certain knowledge that her love surrounds me. That's why the marketing pains me so much.