Copper, you'll never be gold.

Today Premier Work Buddy and I discussed Mother's Day options.

"I sent her a card I got from the doctor's office, entitled, "So You Have Mono," he said, because "she has a sense of humor, just like me."

Me? I got my mom coupons to teach me how to cook, because "she wants me to spend more time with me," and because "I don't know how to cook".