We didn't do much else. I gave her the gift after rummaging through all the luggage and duffel bags and garbage bags for it (still haven't unpacked...I haven't even tried). Then I asked her where she wanted to go out for dinner since we usually go to a nice restaurant. My mom said, "You know, I honestly have a taste for a Philly cheesesteak," (lol) so I totally agreed. It's more affordable that way, and it's what she wants, I reasoned.
It was 5:55pm at the mall when my mom was gonna order. The place was closing down since 6pm was the closing time, but there were 5 minutes left, so she asked the guy working there to take her order and he said no! On Mother's Day! She pointed this out and still he said no! Gawd. What a jerk. So we went to Portillo's instead. And that's my Mother's Day for ya!
2 comments:
will spell out my name in pancake cuttings too?? :DDD
oh, see, but that's where my mad skills come in...no cutouts! all of it was made in the pan, baby ;)
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