Celebrate Good Times! Come On!

Today is the day my mother pushed me out--at a good Catholic hospital.  She didn't have a hard labor so she can't hold that over my head.  As for my daddy, I don't think he was in the room.  I feel like men weren't allowed.  At either rate, I don't expect to hear from him until late in the day.  He still doesn't know my birthdate or exactly how old I am.  My mother calls him to remind him yearly.  Still, by February he won't be sure of my exact age.  I'm used to it.

My mother said the last time she saw me, she doesn't see me as my true age.  She sees me as much younger.  And apparently, so do waiters because twice last week, I was the lone person ID's to get wine.  But I don't feel my age. 

I'mma stop writing now cus I need to get my rest so I can do hoodrat things with my friends and SO this weekend.