This post dedicated to my loving and awesome mother, because I've been giving her crap all week and, although it is well-deserved crap (Stop changing your mind about your vacation spot every ten seconds and then calling me to tell me the news  Make a final decision and THEN tell me!  At this point, you're just rubbing it in that I can't come), I still feel guilty.  Thus is the power of mothers.


So, Moms.  Arguably the best things to ever happen to the human race, right up there with coffee and high speed internet.  Books are dedicated to them; they have an entire day dedicated to them; and even God bows to their awesomeness, bestowing them with such supernatural powers like guilt-tripping-without-saying-a-word as well as curing-all-childhood-pains-with-a-kiss and many others.  And, as with most beloved things, they are oft compared with other beloved things (and some not-so-beloved things, although always with good intentions), which results in a great many metaphors. 


If you have known me for any length of time, you will know that I adore metaphors, almost to the point of religion.