But, since my mom was not a wallowing type of gal, I decided, in her honor, to skip the cemetery, skip lighting a candle at church and I did something else. I got a massage. It was heavenly, so that must count for something. I would imagine she approves. Now, If I cap the night off with a rum and coke, she will be doing the Irish Jig up there.
There are some new developments on IVF #2, but that can wait. Tonight's for you, Ma. Slainte!