12 years old


Today is my youngest sons 12th birthday. Happy Birthday Shane!

Seems like it was just yesterday that I was all drugged up and in labor, being told I couldn’t push because there was one doctor and 7 chicks in labor, and the doctor wasn’t in my room when my body was telling me to push (excuse me, nurse??? Fuck you, I’m pushing).

So, it’s a tradition for us to bake the birthday cake, or whatever, together. Shane chose brownies… Turtle brownies. I hope they turned out ok, I’m not quite used to my oven in this new house. Anyway, I get brownies and you don’t, bitches!!

I usually like to thank God around this time of year, first for the blessing of Shane, and then for the fact that he was a boy and I never had to buy this crap for him…

I don’t think I would’ve bought it for him, anyway, since I don’t support skankism. And then he would’ve cried. But, at least I wouldn’t have had a skanky little girl.


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