Happy birthday to my mother. I am dead meat. Here is the conversation that transpired yesterday.
"So, Mom, tomorrow is your birthday."
"Yeah."
"You made it this far, brought up two girls almost all alone, and you're still vibrant and full of life! We are so proud!"
"You know, you're right. Thankyou, darling."
"To think, 45 years of life will be achieved tomorrow."
*shouting*"I'M ONLY TURNING 44!!!"
"Oh, GODDAMMIT! Shit, I do this every year! SORRY MOM!!!"
At least I got her a present. Meagan is in deeper sheet than me, if possible, Beebo!