Momday

We don't have much to say today--spare us the obvious witticisms ("As opposed to. . .") Just a lazy Mother's Day at Solipsist Central. WOS is attempting a creme brulee; she's a good cook, so it should work out all right. Of course, culinary experimentalism can often have tragic results. (See "Chicken Cordon Bleu Massacre," Chicago, 1948.)

Don't worry, we called MOS already, and WOS called MILOS. We know that Mother's Day was a holiday invented by the greeting card industry way back when. Of course, since our generation (and, we suppose, our mothers') was born after the holiday had already been established, it's an official enough part of all our lives that we have to accept it.

So happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there--and the dads, too, why not? And now, we can go on unappreciating you for another year.