Of All Things...

It is my son's birthday today. Thirty eight years ago he came into the world, ass-backwards and has pretty much, to my great delight, lived up to his entry potential. He has a wicked wit, lighting fast comebacks and is so creative and such a fine writer I'm envious and proud at the same time.

Happy Birthday G. Mommy is proud of you, always! I'm drinking a margarita in your honour today, hope to share a pitcher with you soon and be impressed by your cookery skills: I'm so looking forward to that.