Any I feel your pain, as DH forgot entirely. No card... no 'Happy Mother's Day', nada... and when I said I was upset he got really cross because he had bought chocolates, last week. It's put me on edge to be honest as one of the things he did when he stopped caring before was forget my birthday every year, without fail. He's busy sure, but if he can remember what country he supposed to be in and when, and who he is meeting and why, I figure the odd celebratory card might not be so terribly hard. So, all a bit miserable here.
That said the poor bloke is knackered, jet lagged, stressed over my health and the toddleworse's heart murmur (he checks she is breathing about 10 times a night), and in my opinion on the point of a heart attack himself, so this year I think I'll let him off. If it happens again mind... it's curtains 
Something 15 teeth! Wow. Your lad is going to be leaving home soon at this rate. 8 here, plus fangs showing, and that is quite enough for the time and being thank you. When she bites it hurts!
Oh I do like a bit of property porn, it almost makes me wish I was moving myself. DH scared me a bit the other week when he discovered some run down estate on a remote Scottish Island going for a song, and thought it would be an excellent idea for us to move there and set up a hotel/Spa type place. I was almost tempted until the reality of living a helicopter ride away from civilisation hit me. Plus we don't have and never will have a helicopter! Fortunately some other mug person bought it first, so now all I have to contend with is his current desire to retire to the South of France where apparently we would 'enjoy' renovating another mouldy old heap. Like h*ll....
Not much else to report today. Stormy fingers crossed dd is up for some more home made food. You do realise though, that whatever it was she really liked last time will be poison today don't you?!
Oh yes, before I forget I think we have solved the mystery of the wheelie bin. I have a slightly unusual neighbour, and I suspect she might have borrowed for gardening or something. She's a bit (in MN speak) entitled, but has enough of a conscience to bring it back.