Hot damn. Well, 35 is off to a very exciting start.
8 PM this evening will mark the anniversary of my mother bravely pushing me out into the world without the help of spinal anesthesia, aromatherapy, a birthing suite, or a doula.
So, thanks mom. And, thanks to Dad too, for, you know, doing your part. It's hard to believe that you and mom actually engaged in that activity twice. Or so I imagine, since I have a little sister. Actually, I don't imagine. Not ever.
I'm running on very little sleep and the effects of vegan stir-fried angel hair and Sam Adams and too much coffee all churning in a stomach that's weak as a baby bunny's. So, I'll just post this. As a warning to you all...
This SHIT is BANANAS
4 years ago
7 comments:
Dang.. 4 Days and still hung over.
lightweights are hot.
Those jeans are the ugliest things I have ever seen, and I watch Mike Rowe cavort in filth on "Dirty Jobs".
Hey, Kris! You're an adult with the ability to speak her mind, and be respected for it. That's hot.
Happy Birthday!!! For some reason my subscription isn't telling me when you post, sorry I missed it.
Doula's are hot.
Happy belated!!
Happy happy happy birthday!!!
Steve, I haven't been drinking the whole time...
just a large portion of it.
Jeremy, They are, aren't they?
Scoot, That's the hottest thing anyone's said to me in a while. Thank you.
Mr. P, Doulas generally are more earth-shoe wearing hippie chicks, which I guess some do consider hot. So, yeah.
Ginormous, thanks a million!
Cat, thanks to you too.
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