Today, my parents came and picked up Piggie Smalls when I was at work because I’m on a six day stretch and they’re gonna babysit her for a couple of them so she’s not all cooped up. When I got home, I found this on my counter—some of my most favorite treats and a roll of quarters—because they know I’m stressed, exhausted and over it. I love them.
It’s interesting when the mini you starts looking like the grown-up you you’ll eventually become. It definitely happens. There’s a distinct point in your baby-photo album when that blob actually starts to be recognizable as you.
When I first saw this picture, my immediate reaction was, “What?! Is that what I really look like?” Cause that’s certainly my sister’s today face right next to me.
My following thought went something along the lines of, “Jesus, then I must be a cherub-cheeked half-Asian elfin.”
But mad props to my moms for the cool outfits. Go 80s.
On my birthday I got my Mom to take a limoncello shot because she misunderstood and thought it was homemade Italian lemon jello.
As a prank, my Mom transformed my sister’s neighbor’s pumpkin into this, pulling out the insides and adding the beer can. Then she hid until the lady found it.
I fucking love my mom. This, from a woman who can’t even drink and entire Seagram’s wine cooler.
My Mom called me yesterday specifically to tell me that Suzy Q (the cat) had brought her a present on Monday. It consisted of a bunny with no head and its intestines spilling out of its side. My father suspects that a wild wolf actually killed it and that Suzy Q was just scavenging the remains for my mother.
They bagged it, threw it in the garbage and, as of yesterday, given the triple digit heat hitting Southern Cali, the headless bunny was reaking up a storm. Luckily, the trash gets picked up today.
