Whoof, how’d ya like that title? QUEENS ARE BORN IN MARCH – that’ll be moi. I celebrated my birthday on March 20th, the first day of Spring.
The JOKESTER, I’m referring to is my offspring. She’s something. The other evening during our goodnight ritual she says, “Wait a minute, Mommy.” Then she farted.
I groaned and said, “Oh, gosh.”
Her: “Well, who wants their goodnight hugs interrupted by a fart?” Tell me that.
The next birthday will be hers. Trust me it will be a party. My daughter is a lovely, sensitive creature that has a bizarre and off-the-wall sense of humour.
When she was born ten years ago, it was indeed during the Easter holiday. To spare you the trauma of it all, the nurse accused me of eating too much Easter candy as an explanation why it was such a long, tedious labour.
My daughter’s take: I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO COME OUT! Anyone else know an ARIES?
As we celebrate her birthday this long weekend, it will be lots of fun. She is just one of those people you love to be around.
From a road trip to lawn games and brunch, we are so blessed to have this gorgeous creature in our lives. We are even going to pin faux fur bunny tails on our backsides and do a dance-off while writing our names in the air with our bums.
To Miss Mallory Annabelle: Thanks for making the world a better place, just by being in it. There is no bunny like you.
Oodles of love!