My Mother

In the summer ooo I love her

She's like no other

She's my Mother

My Mum is a hair's breath away from cutting her birthday cake and I have yet to get her a birthday present. In the past no matter how much thought and effort, I always inadvertently gifted her something that I had been lusting after. The old self serving present.

A small patch below my right ear lobe is red raw, as I've been scratching my head all afternoon, trying to find something to give her. This is the best that I could come up with:

[carrot]

[girl and the finch]

[Magnetic]

[Suitable suitcas]

[turntable clock]

[summer shawl]

Unfortunately, after reviewing the list, I think I want them all. For. Myself. Ugh this is a pickle, I just want to eat cake.

Dive right in

I was in a bit of a grumpy mood this morning (read: being an utter cow), moaning about all my problems (read: first world problems like my iphone being on the frisk or my fancy running shoes were giving me blisters. The big issues I know). But then I had a cup of tea and then things felt all right and rosy in the world.

[Esther Horchner]

I think the next time I'm in a foul mood I'll hold my breath and and dive into a cup of soothing, sweet, milky tea.

Tea time loving

[via blog example]

Who needs emoticons when you can have a cup of tea?

Warning: some of the above looks may constitute sexual harassment if used in the workplace.