askin' "where you been" like i know where you've been...
I noticed this morning that it seemed brighter earlier than it normally does. Then I remembered that spring comes next month and also one more reason why I enjoy my birthday. Spring will be here soon. I get to do the annual "first flip flops of the year" purchase soon. Oh, the possibilities.
My father regaled me with the story of the day of my birth sunday before dinner. Mom was in labor from five in the morning, until eight p.m. on 2/17/81. I assume that I just sort of popped out easily. That's how it happens, right? Apparently dad wrote down when mom was having contractions and labor pains and such--like, a record of times, etc. They still have it somewhere. I think Ben turned green and had to leave the room while the story was being told. I also made a joke about mom having seen a penis before and this also freaked Ben out. But I didn't make the joke about mom seing a penis before while dad was telling me the story of my born-day. That'd just be wrong.
My father regaled me with the story of the day of my birth sunday before dinner. Mom was in labor from five in the morning, until eight p.m. on 2/17/81. I assume that I just sort of popped out easily. That's how it happens, right? Apparently dad wrote down when mom was having contractions and labor pains and such--like, a record of times, etc. They still have it somewhere. I think Ben turned green and had to leave the room while the story was being told. I also made a joke about mom having seen a penis before and this also freaked Ben out. But I didn't make the joke about mom seing a penis before while dad was telling me the story of my born-day. That'd just be wrong.