I Implore You
Let's say that I have a baby. And you have a baby. And then five years from now our babies are in school together and become friends. And they talk at school.
Or let's say that you become friends with my husband.
Or let's say that you and I become spouses in another life and we have a child together.
Under any of these circumstances wherein you, my friend reading this blog, would be directly responsible for influencing any gift I receive on Mother's Day I beg you.
Do not buy me a vacuum cleaner for Mother's Day.
I'd use it to suck the innards from your body while you slept.