A very Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers everywhere, most especially to my own very wonderful Mom. I also send prayers and good thoughts out to all who are celebrating Mother’s Day without their mother. I send love and respect to those who through choice or circumstance are not mothers. I am feeling tired and melancholy this afternoon, but one must make a blog post every day when one is me. When other people are feeling down, I never can find the right words of wisdom and comfort. All I can manage is to make stupid jokes in hopes that a little humor will take their minds off their troubles. With that in mind, I submit the following picture I have used before.
In my defense, I do like candy.
Yes, it is Mommy, Dearest herself, Joan Crawford. The picture is from a fine chunk of cheddar (that is, a cheesy horror movie) from William Castle, Straitjacket. In the movie, Crawford plays a mother who also does not the set best example of maternity. More than that I won’t say, though, in case you have not seen the movie. Perhaps it is one to screen in honor of the day. It would also make this a Severed Head Sunday, one of my favorite kinds of Sunday.
So this is my short, silly post. We’ll call it a Wrist to Forehead Sunday and hit publish. I shall publish a post again tomorrow, and I hope it will not be Melancholy Monday.
Mohawk Valley Girl 