Her Bad Mother

Friday, May 22, 2009

After The Teacups

Yesterday was my birthday. I have very little reflective to say about that because, you know, anything that I might say would probably have something to with growing old (I grow old, I grow old) and not getting enough cake. And that would just sound pinched and ungrateful and unhappy, which is not how it is, not how it is at all.


Not how it is at all.

So I will hold my words for now, for today, and just enjoy the sunshine.

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