Thursday, November 20, 2008

Birthday Recap

Well, The Skydiver met the Chirrens Garcia.  And surprisingly, no one vomited on him.  My Gay Husband accuses me of trying to keep The Skydiver at an obscene distance.  I didn't really believe him until The Skydiver pulled up in front of our house and called me to ask "Um, can I come to the front door or should I wait outside or should I come around back?"   Whoops.

Anyway, The Skydiver totally made my birthday loads of unmentionable fun and now I'm in love with him from afar again (he still had to leave through the nanny door this morning, but I gave him a hug before).  

I think the evening got off on the right foot because Coco was around.  She doesn't allow people to be shy, awkward, or uncomfortable around her (and being with The Skydiver is usually all three).  She'll just keep talking joking putting on a show until you succumb to the wonderment that is Coco Roshambo.   

My birthday was also awesome because so many people posted on my facebook wall.  Yeah, I'm like that.  One friend wrote on my wall "Happy birthday!  Go do what you do best!!"  What does that mean?  Smoke weed and laugh while I make other people feel awkward?  Because that's what I do best.  

Now I'm totally focused on going home this weekend.  I love Mississippi for several reasons.  First of all, the winter air isn't PAINFUL so I can go back to wearing psychedelic socks and Birkenstocks under my hippie skirts.  And people are much nicer down there.  Well, I mean, they're much nicer if you're white ... and straight ... and Christian ... and wear a polo shirt.  

Below is a picture of one of the several FABULOUS gifts Coco gave me.  She actually gave me the shirt sweater off her back.  It's not just beautiful.  She's had it since she was in high school.  I don't know if this picture captures how it glistens because it's made out of the hair of angels.  


  1. Glad you had a birthday. I'm assuming skydiver didn't take you to the VFW.

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