Today is The Minion’s 18th birthday. My mind still boggles.
We’ll be hitting her with the big present when
The “gift” from her mother arrived today — a “birthday bag” from 1-800-Flowers.com, with candy and snacks in it. For her oldest daughter’s 18th birthday. When she and her S.O. have a six-figure income. Unbe-fucking-lievable. She’s still punishing the Minion for daring to choose to live with me 7 years ago.
Ah well — we shall do our best to make sure that The Minion has a great day.
I’m proud as hell of how she’s turned out, and she knows it.