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Forget Mother’s Day? Go whole hog to make it up to her, in the language you choose, and maybe forget the freight

If you are a typical guy and still need an idea to make mom proud on her day, here are some last minute shopping ideas just floated, but you’ve got to remember to think like mom not your typical guy self. With that said …
— A hardware place, Harbor Freight Tools, via their Sunday flyer, suggested getting something for Mothers Day, but you have to act PRONTO, for 25 percent off. Really? A saw or a hammer? Should the name of the business be a clue? And isn’t mom worth more than 25 percent off?
— Proposed via the wonder of the internet late last night, if you can pull yourself away from your beer, was the idea that you could use a deep discount and learn a new language via Rosetta Stone for only $35 and wish Happy Mothers Day, or to word it differently Thank You Mom, in a different tongue. If my math was right, and that beer could have an impact, that’s almost $12 a word. Maybe better and more cost effective to just send flowers. Although mom might appreciate your sensibility with money.
— Or take mom on a motorcycle ride around the beautiful scenery of western Wisconsin, then maybe stop in somewhere for a nightcap. Even mom has a bit of biker chick in her, whether you want to admit it or not. Like not just the Sunday paper flyers, but the also enclosed Parade magazine, which shows a hard-ass and buff looking, long haired Keanu Reeves on his hog, as he “revs up for John Wick 3.” Mom might like that image even better than the ride. Cuz after all, she is mom, but as the proverb goes, she’s not dead.
— Than there is Gander Outdoors, in their Sunday flyer, which took a completely different tack. They blew off any last minute Mother’s Day special, but instead threw out there the option of Memorial Day discounts, good all the way through May 27. Good to have options …
— And also, there is not only Mother’s Day, but the fishing openers in all of Minnesconsin. And whether it be Lake Mallalieu or the St. Croix River, there are sustainance as far as great walleye meals just up the road in Hudson, (maybe take mom out and kill two birds with one stone?), cuz you know you might need that food yourself after you get up at the crack of dawn to catch your own walleye. I reference Season’s Tavern and Green Mill, in that order.

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