The Inevitable Post Birthday Blahs
No, not MY birthday, my daughter turned 23 on Friday. There are a couple of things wrong with that statement.
1. My daughter is 23. How the fuck did that happen?
Sooz is the cute blonde in the sexy pink swimmers. I have been embarrassing her over the last few weeks by exploiting her cuteness on Facebook with this picture.
Now tell me, how can anything that cute be 23 already?
2. Today is Sunday and we are still partying. Hello! Her birthday was on Friday! Her birthday privileges terminated at midnight on Friday night… so why was I up at sparrow’s fart making greasy breakfast for her and her hungover friends this morning? Because I’m an idiot!
So, my first born is 23 and she has me wrapped around her little finger. In fact, all my children do. They bat their lashes at me and tell me how much they love me, and I’m putty in their hands. I see it coming, I resolve to be firm and STILL I find myself reaching for another 50 from my wallet, or picking up my car keys to give them a lift home from somewhere.
I know what I’ll do! I’ll move out of home and THEN they’ll be fucked!
Happy birthday Sooz…. I love you!
[quote]STILL I find myself reaching for another 50 from my wallet, or picking up my car keys to give them a lift home from somewhere[/quote]
wtf? Is this supposed to be some sort of recruiting spiel for un-wanted australian adolescents? You can NEVER let anyone else know how well we treat these little shits