Thursday, June 11, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Today is the 38th anniversary of my birth. As is my tradition on this day every year, I ask my mom:
"What were you doing xx years ago today?"
And she always says something really cute, like "I had a date with an angel" or "drinking a beer" (she really did -- to induce labor). Usually this is an email exchange, but since she's been living with me for four months getting her cancer under control I just rolled over in bed this morning and asked her.
"Giving suck" she said.
EW! I don't want to think about the fact that she used to breast feed me. EW!
Somehow my coworkers found out the significance of today because they taped this note to my window: