I have a small rivalry with my brothers to see who can give my parents the best present. Granted the Elvis impersonator coming to our house to give the sash my mom never got from Elvis live in concert, the edible flower arrangement, the stripper visiting them at dinner while at Sizzler, a hand full of lottery tickets, and that dang flannel shirt (which was purchased from a THRIFT SHOP) were good attempts. However, I think I took the cake this year.
**Taking off glove and slapping your cheek** I challenge you to beat this one, brothers. Happy Birthday Moms.