Forty Mother's Days Gone

Aw man, I had that dream again. You know, the one where you feel bad because you hadn't called your mother in so long, so you flip open your phone and cant figure out why she's not on your list.

You look under mom. Nothing. You look under Doris. Nada.
You take a shot at Mrs Renfro, but that makes no sense. You've never called your mother Mrs Renfro.
Then it hits you, why she is not in your phone.
It's a real shame too because Mrs Renfro loved to talk on the phone. I can see her now on the couch, but without the 20-foot cord that attaches to the yellow wall phone. She has an iPhone. Top of the line. She sent out who knows how many messages this morning. She's yakked up with who knows how many people.
And now she's ordering a pie from Tippin's. Probably a chocolate coconut cream.
Happy Mother's Day Mom!