Last weekend my mother and sister came out to the good old Butt-town to visit and say, "Happy Birthday!" What did we do? What any stereotypical group of females does when they come together: shop. It was a great time, of course. I can't think of one instance where I've ever been miserable shopping. But it was especially fun to finally see my mom cut loose and buy things for herself. She's quite picky, but I always knew that somewhere in there she had the ability surrender and just indulge herself. So I just want to say: I'm proud of you, Mom...and I found a necklace to match that new outfit of yours. Don't even try to resist. It's already in the mail.