
Apart from the gentle reminder to never use a double negative when talking to the Press -- nothing says "Classy Lady" like the use of Proper English, after all -- let this tale be a cautionary one for Men Everywhere.
First, it was PMS as a legitimate defense for Murder; now you can get a Teflon Haircut for forgetting the Hallmark and Russell Stover's on Mother's Day.
It's not that difficult, really. You need only ever remember five dates, Gentlemen; Her Birthday, Your Anniversary, Your Wedding Day, Valentine's Day, and when Children are involved, Mother's Day. If this is something beyond your capacity to easily recall, then I would suggest that you put that calendar function on your cell phone, PDA, Facebook page, whatever, to better use. The consequences for failure can be devastating. In this case, the consequences included a large bump, a four-inch gash in the forehead, and the painful memories of both your injuries, and of having to bail you Baby Mama out of jail because you forgot to take her to Golden Corral or Red Lobster on Her Big Day. I'm certain your child will grow to remember this incident with great fondness when you're all sitting around the dinner table one day, reliving family history.
As to the lady's assertion that "He Never Bought Me Nothing!", well, what did you expect? I will assume that since it appears as if no one here is actually married (don't give me that 'Civil Union' or 'Common Law Wife' routine) you have probably given him everything over the last seven years, and maybe never demanded a thing in return. Probably not even a modicum of respect. Although I freely admit that some Men can be clueless beasts, I must also be brutally honest: had this woman demanded even the slightest amount of respect from this jerk in the previous seven years, she wouldn't have to be standing over him, babe in arms, braining him with a saucepan.
We reap what we sow. Men, in case no one ever told you Ladies, are creatures of habit, and if you make it a habit to let them crap all over you, they will certainly never disappoint you. Nothing says "Sexy" like a confident woman who demands some respect. Nothing keeps a Man in line like a Woman who values herself and lets him know it.
As for the...ahem...victim...in this case; you should now know, if you didn't before, You Clod, that a woman is not just a convenient place for you to park a boner for a spell when the need arises. It is not 'her job' to do your cooking, cleaning, darn your socks, scrub someone else's lipstick out of your shorts, and bear your offspring while you go through life Fat, Dumb and Happy. I may be presuming too much, but I get the distinct impression that this isn't the first Mother's Day this idiot has forgotten, and if you drilled deeper into the bedrock of this happy relationship, you'd probably find that the man in the Stainless Steel Sombrero has at least one more card and another dozen roses to buy for someone else.
It's probably just the first Mother's Day in which someone decided to remind him -- in a way he'll never forget, I reckon --of his responsibilities in this regard.
A little bit of consideration and perhaps even the smallest display of affection would have saved him from the possibility of permanent brain injury and kept his dirty laundry from getting a good, public, airing out.
We Men can now probably look forward to a slew of copy-cat attacks, as inconsiderate bastards all over America continue to forget birthdays and anniversaries, and all other special occasions. Thanks a lot, As*hole! Someone will soon have to deal with an irate, homicidal maniac brandishing a Crock Pot or a George Foreman Grill because he forgot to properly commemorate the Thursday -- eleven years ago -- when he complimented his Good Lady Wife on her choice of shoes.
Gentlemen, I realize that these sappy, sentimental occasions don't often mean much to us-- after all, give us a game, a sandwich and a six pack, and Life is Complete -- but they often mean the World to your Lady. For the sake of Peace, and Your Continued Breathing, do yourself a favor: get a calendar, and learn how to use it, before your Missus graduates from the Dutch Oven to a Ginsu Knife. I'm told that stings more.
You'll be glad you did, and you'll be saving Men Everywhere by denying your beloved the opportunity to open the floodgates on Domestic Violence Against Thoughtless Doofuses, and thus encourage others to follow her example.
The only person you should feel sorry for this morning is that 8-month old child,who is apparently living with a disconnected father, and a mother ready to resort to hand-to-hand combat with a wok because she might be denied the All-You-Can-Eat-Seafood Feast at Long John Silver's.
To all the Mothers out there who visit the Insane Asylum day-in and day-out, we wish you a Belated Happy Mother's Day...now please drop the frying pan.