That’s what I thought Kitty said today. I was like, “Honey Mustard Day? Wha???” And then she repeated herself and said, “Oh, right, Happy Mother’s Day. That makes more sense.”
The kids gave me so many sweet things for Honey Mustard Day, each gift made me teary. Mr. Darcy made me a delicious breakfast in bed like he does every year. Kitty stole most of my bacon. The weather was gorgeous. My talk in church went pretty well, I think. Anyway, it’s over, so who cares?
Afterward, I was carrying Lydia around the chapel and realized the front of my dress was tucked up underneath her butt, so I had been flashing people my underpants for some time. And that story is my Mustard Day gift to you. I hope you enjoyed it.