At my house, we're celebrating Mother's Day tomorrow. There is something hidden under Ivy's bed and a Choice report coming with breakfast, I've been told, which outlines the pros and cons of the various makes of my present- I don't know what it is. (You know you've married a scientist when...)
I'm very excited.
In the spirit of dragging this holiday out as long as possible, there are a few Mama's left in our gestation journey. Today we travel to Switzerland; land of cheese and clocks and porn and snow, but hopefully not all at once.
I have many happy memories about going to Uni with today's Mama Sally. Once we drank a few spoonfuls of gin and recorded her answering machine message while channeling the spirits of beatnik poets. Ornette Coleman wailed wild jazz saxophone as Sally and I intoned 'I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked... ' We also once wrote and performed as two seamy female detective characters we named Hot Dog and Bourbon.
Sal went on to travel the globe inspecting toileys and writing books for Lonely Planet and now lives in Lausanne, where she writes at swissing around and recently gave birth to a beautiful boy named Basile. Sal is smart, well read, well-traveled and funnier than a box of penis pasta in 1994.