wow. if i were my mom, my mothers' day would have sucked. really fucking bad. my siblings were being idiots the entire day, from what i gather. and then my dad was trying to get some stuff down from the rafters in our garage, and accidentally dropped something on the windshield of our new suburban and shattered it. (eep!) i came home, and sat down next to my mom. she started crying. we were going to go for dinner at our favorite restaurant, but she doesn't feel up to it anymore. t-minus six days and counting until the concert of my life: bright eyes. i really hope that sam can still come along.