On Mothers and Sun

Well, things have finally brightened up around here.  Mom and dad actually got to the beach yesterday, and their moods have lifted dramatically.  For months they've been shells of themselves, going through the motions of daily life, puttering around the apartment like zombies on auto pilot.
     Okay, so maybe that's a little dramatic.  I'll try to tone it down.  They spent yesterday at the beach for the first time since forever, it seems.  Mom actually got a couple of days in the sun at the park this past week, but they spent the better part of yesterday at the beach, even though the morning started out a little overcast.
     For all her... mothering about dad not using sunscreen a certain someone got herself a little rosy glow just below her butt cheeks (dad made me put that in here).  Now, dad would ordinarily insert a photo here, but apparently we're not going to do that today.
     Oh, I almost forgot- Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers.  I'll have to remind mom and dad to call theirs.  If I knew my birth mom I'd give her a ring.  Dad must have several because I occasionally hear him referring to some people as mother-something-or-others.
     I guess they're thinking about the beach again today, but right now I think it's drizzling out.  If they've got such a jones for the beach and the weather doesn't work out maybe I'll suggest lounging in my litter box (after they scoop it, of course) under a really bright lamp. 
     Now there's a picture worth a thousand words...