That's my Mother's Day plan.
Mr. Moon has some idea that we're going to drive the convertible down to the coast later on to have our supper at Spring Creek. He's also setting up the little pool for the boys. I can't wait to see the ducks swimming around in it.
In honor of Mother's Day here's our special Sunday morning hymn from the Church of the Batshit Crazy, directed especially at those of us who may have been born in a crossfire hurricane. And of course also for those of us who may be toothless, bearded hags.