Friday, June 10, 2016
Hank Turns 40, Fuck ME!
Well, that was me and my birthday boy, three years ago today, and forty years ago, just about right now, a nurse was telling me to get in the bed because if I didn't, I was going to have that baby on the floor where I was squatting and pushing and not giving one damn shit about where this baby was going to be born because I'd been in labor for so long that I'd given up on the idea that it would ever end anyway.
But then he WAS born and that was the moment my heart burst open and the light poured in and glory be!
Aw. He was the cutest redheaded baby you ever saw in your life and he's been a light and a joy and a teacher and a source of a great deal of wonder and laughter ever since. I couldn't be more proud to be the mama of that man. Could not possibly.
He's having a big party tonight which is being billed as "Hank Turns 40, Fuck You!" and although I wish with all of my heart that I was going to be there (hahahahahahaha!) I am not. I think we are going to have lunch though. I surely hope so.
The boys are coming over here tonight and the plan is for them and Mr. Moon to camp out in the camper van that we bought from Tearful and Yolie. I can't imagine anything on this earth being more miserable than sleeping in a camper van in this muggy heat but whatever. There may or may not be steak-grilling and a fire for marshmallows and/or purple cows.
We shall see how it all unfolds although however it unfolds, I am not sleeping in a van.
Happy Friday, y'all.