On my 40th birthday, I woke up to the best gift I could ask for: A text from my mother, who is learning how to text. This means that I receive excellent (and cryptic!) texts like:
"HAPPY 40TH BIRTHDAY!
wow, still cannot believe
it...
you and Curtis Jackson
50 cents share the date
talk to you later...
XOX
"
I read this outloud and it makes me laugh every single time. Who knew my mom was such a fan?
We got her Oprah's 20th Anniversary DVD collection (which was actually released on the day of her birthday!). Look how happy my mom is! (And check out my brother's magnificent "Get a load of Oprah") Hahah. Happy Birthday, mom! We love you!
After I bid Grant farewell (and after I'd finished admiring his undies) I hopped a train out to New Jersey to my parent's house to wish my dad a happy 58th (Holy crap!) birthday!
Later that night, we had a dinner on my parents porch and my mom brough out a birthday cake for me. She forgot to get birthday candles, so instead she substituted this 18" decorative candle that she found unused in a candlestick on the kitchen table. Hahaha.
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